The knife won't do any good, but luckily enough, he shouldn't need it to. Not yet, anyway - not so long as he's more interesting alive. Gabriel rolls off the sofa, and rematerialises sitting on the kitchen table.

"If you're here with Avon, you can save it. I stocked up last time."

He could so easily have rematerialised himself into decent clothes. He hasn't, of course. It's his house, he'll traumatise whoever he wants.