Shrieky pauses, tilting his head slightly and bringing a hand up to his chin thoughtfully. He certainly didn't owe any help to the menacing undead, and once Gabriel left, he'd likely forget all about him and his disturbingly open cheeks. Right at this moment, however, he couldn't escape the thought that having large holes in your cheeks would make it extremely hard to drink liquids (which he was quickly learning was essential).

"I would like to help." He hesitates, realizing that this is a complete reversal of his earlier tone and may require some explanation, "I feel as though I may have been somewhat rude to you, thus prompting your threats against my life. Also, your gaping cheeks bother me and I wish for them to be repaired."