His words make Gabriel laugh, and it's a rather dark and mad cackle that escapes from the rotting man. Grinning widely, he shakes his head at the poor, delusional kid. Whatever this boy was, he sure seemed like a naive fool in the rogues non-existent eyes.

"Oh, you poor, confused living creature." He steps closer, baring all of those green-tinted teeth surrounded by dry, ripped flesh. "Nothing you could buy would satisfy someone like me."

He glances down at Shrieky's midsection. "A few pounds of your guts, however..."