Gabriel probably would be worried, if he knew. The angels, possibly as a result of those darn daddy issues, tend to have quite addictive personalities. With access to enough intoxicants (of whatever kind), even they can develop quite a problem. He's mostly got that behind him now, but for a few centuries after he'd left, self-control and moderation had been pretty much the only things he hadn't experimented with. He'd been in a position where he could afford that luxury - the Cape, however, doesn't allow for that, and nor does being on the minority side of an angelic civil war.

"You could always try commitment. Y'know, if you're into that sort of thing."

Evidently he's not - he says it as if it's the filthiest kink he could imagine. He's not so much concerned about hurting anyone's feelings himself, but if there were some kind of misunderstanding about Feelings, and the existence thereof, things could get awkward. Breaking someone's heart he could deal with. Awkwardness, not so much. That's no fun at all - at least, not when he's directly involved.

"Otherwise - well, it's a standing offer, if you're interested." The wry little smirk suggests he might not be serious: he seems to be well aware of just how badly wrong that could go. Still, there's no telling with Gabriel. He's not usually one to turn down sex, after all. "If you ever find yourself in the neighbourhood, feel free to look me up."