It's clear that Gabriel doesn't show as much sentiment for the denizens of Hell as he does; he thinks that makes sense. He's an angel, after all. Heaven and Hell are separated for a reason.

They make a strange pair, he can't help but think. A creation of Hell's sinners, protected by someone made in Heaven. The world has turned upside-down in more ways than one. But he's not ungrateful for that respite from the cruelty and pain he's been born into, a pulsating, malicious realm that delights in punishment. It's a small, bright taste of kindness. He can't help but want to give it back tenfold.

"You want to carry me?" He blinks, clearly startled by the offer but not particularly offended. "Um, if it's not too much trouble...I don't mind." He's quite light, after all.

"I won't get in the way of your swords or anything, right?"