Right. That's the question he doesn't really want to answer. He's gotten better at answering it, since he's gotten back, but no response to the truth is going to be good. To delay a little while, Gabriel pushes himself up from the conjured chair onto his dangerous looking feet.

He gestures with an arm and its corresponding wing- a mass of golden brown feathers pointed further down along the shore. "Come for a walk with me. I'll explain."