Well, to be honest, Gabriel's having the same internal struggle. Grantaire hasn't left completely repulsed yet, so he figures he's doing a good job. He grins a little and slides his toes up and down Grantaire's calf a little.

"Fine, fine. Gods, didn't know you were the type of guy to take the easy way out of this, R." He chuckles a little, looking down at the menu. "Do you like lasagna?"