Doesn't he? He has to bite back any sort of response to that, a silence hanging in the air for just a second. It's gone as soon as it came, and he thinks he should keep any and all commentary of that nature to himself. Because magic or not, he already knew that in his own twisted way, he does care. It couldn't just keep going on the way it was going, the random acts of violence occasionally separated with sex. Something had to give.

"Yeah, I think you've held on long enough."

To distract, he worms in a third finger and exhales at how easily it eases in but now feels firm against his fingers. He curses softly under his breath, fixated on the way Gabe's muscles flex and the bones move beneath his skin and soon thinks fingering him open is just a waste of time with how ready his body already is.

Gently, he removes his fingers to lube himself up a little more with a few strokes. Yeah, he's still not over the fact that he can get hard again after all that. There's probably a Viagra joke in here somewhere, but he won't let himself get distracted. Guiding himself forward, he presses forward and hisses softly when the head of his cock pops in easy. His other hand anchors itself to Gabe's hip, fingertips digging into him for purchase.