Psychic. That didn't quite click right with Gabriel, and while he might have been interested in knowing more, the idiotic human was going on some kind of nonsense-tirade again. If he wasn't so used to dealing with maggot-brains at home, Shawn might give the undead guy a headache.

"I am not an idiot, Shawn. Cut the act out, or I'll start cutting out organs. I'm sure you can spare a spleen and a kidney." A sinister grin grew on Gabriel's face as he says those words, and even more so when adding: "Those are better food than brains."

Why was he even bothering to continue this conversation? The man was obviously slow, or at least dropped on the head too many times.