"One night," Gabe agrees. One night can last forever, if given the chance to squeeze his hand around Niles' neck. One more swig and he lets out a happy little 'whoo!' with the fact that he's drinking at all. He sets it down with a loud thump, gets up and kneels in front of Gabe. There it is again, that smile, reassuring him that his sheepishness is okay.

He takes the other's shoe, resting it in his lap, and begins to untie and unlace them properly, whistling loudly and appreciatively.

"Votan-stomping boots. Very impressive. Kinky, too."