"I'm not convinced there's enough pie in the world for that." That jealous pang at the mention of his older brother, though. Sam was definitely going to have to do something about that. Especially since he knew his brother's type and it really wasn't Gabriel.

He took a breath, which filled his lungs with the scent of Gabriel, the scent of baking and...well, he knew the scent was home for him. But, obviously, just the bakery. Really. "I'm not really doing anything at the moment, though."