"God, I can't believe you don't like eggplant. Not even eggplant parm?" The physical contact's good, welcome. Gabriel's always been a touchy-feely kind of guy, in this way, and it's nice. Comforting. Makes him feel not so out of touch with this.

"I guess. Whatever you want to believe is what you'll believe anyway, isn't it, pendejito? I think I know that much about you."

Gabriel has no idea if that's the actual diminutive of pendejo, but he's making this up as he goes along. It's what he does best.