[ There's an impatient flicker of his glance to his wristwatch and a flutter of the papers on his desk as he pointlessly reshuffles them in to an even neater stack than before - but if anything they're just little movements to bide him a few seconds of time. Gabriel purses his lips, not overly fond of his more intimate name being used so needlessly. ]

I don't care to entertain the notion of fear, horseman. As long as I am true to my purpose, I have nothing to fear.

[ a beat, then with a drop in his glance he adds: ]

So perhaps it is not being true to my purpose. Disservice, I suppose.