I like unleashing unknowable horrors and long walks at the beach

Basil would be holding Gabriel to that promise! Once he saw the imagery of the vault, he wanted in. That looked like a place he could spend hours upon hours entertaining himself with. He quickly went to soothe the ruffled cultist that spotted what his date was doing, arm curled around them, whispering promises in their ear, and escorted them back to the group.

He wasn't overly concerned with the spoils being taken. He could earn more for himself in the future-- and this cult, he knew, was a large enough gift and springboard for other efforts. Today, if any day, was not the day to test Gabriel Baltimore's hospitality.

The eggs were very interesting. Basil was looking forward to getting hands on with those, desire spiking and attention caught, and would be more pushy over it than anything else. He wondered if they could hatch into something novel, or if he could benefit from consuming them.

What was this oral fixation, all of the sudden? This gluttony? He couldn't claim to be opposed to it, coming in so strong, like a missing limb returning. Or, perhaps, a missing defining state of being would be more accurate. He'd gobbled up his kin and he didn't want to stop there. It was an action that opened his eyes. Figuratively, but also literally. They fluttered endlessly upon him and his ink covered form, far more invested in the world than before.

While he continued to chatter and question his new friends, Gabriel finished up. When signaled to end the little party, Basil gave the look of a child on a playground who'd just been told it was time to go home. Disappointed in a mostly pouty way, but resigned. He shrugged at the group and unceremoniously shooed them off. He'd gotten some hideout location details, so he could seek them out again later. It was past their bedtime now, and he was on a date. Not very fair to let random mortals steal him.

He waved as they all awkwardly slunk away, then, shook himself off a bit, flicking and brushing shadows and Eldritch blood from his body, closing eyes, making himself more recognizable to what he'd started out as. Did they have detergent for dark magic? He needed to wash his clothes with that.

Basil approached Gabriel, grin big. "Sorry that went differently than-- but did you see that? And I, and then—" he was excitedly gushing about a mile a minute, using his hands to talk more expressively, bouncing on his feet, vibrating a bit. He flushed. "Thank you. Memorable date." He peered at Gabriel closely, energy buzzing on his skin, curious, curious. He'd eaten so much. The eel and the secrets both weighed on his heavily and continued to keep him in his high.

Eyes lidded and lips parted, he touched his own face to make sure it wasn't dirty. His mind was an odd mix of gratitude and hunger. He leaned up to kiss Gabriel rather aggressively, nipping, and could only hope he'd return the favor.