"That's fine, then," he said, as if he could actually stop Gabriel from reading in the dark. Or reading too much. Dal didn't know what that was like, but he has spent too much time pouring over his sketch pad in the past, so he got the idea of eye strain.

His expression softened, going thoughtful as he just... stared at Gabriel. It wasn't gazing or anything, it was flat-out staring.

"How old are you?"