Lindsey was quick to duck his head with the excuse of eating something. He chewed softly at a piece of meat, not sure how to take all of this. Over the last few days, his thoughts had been all over the place, distracted, unsure, bouncing between schemes to genuine appreciation. He didn't know what he thought anymore, and perhaps with Gabriel's constant repetition, he was beginning to think that he could get away with some happiness like this.

"You said all I have to do is think at you, and you'll hear me?" He looked up from his plate with his own thoughtful look. "Mindreaders wouldn't be able to pick it out?"