So baby tended to talk when he was put into a corner, even if the lesson at hand should have been to shut his trap. And not just talk, but talk excessively, which was a lot considering the archangel's normal rate. But that didn't mean he was going to suddenly change his tune, either. So he did what he did best.

Totally avoided giving a direct answer which was nothing like hiding.

He looked up at Castiel with a level gaze, though his lips remained turned upwardly at a minimal level. "You can try your charming wiles on me all you want, Rhett Butler. It's not gonna get you any answers." Yes, he was going to keep making vague allusions even when talking to a socially-retarded angel. That was just the way Gabriel rolled. He could have evoked a little more wrathful-looking irritation or a general sense of quit asking annoyingly accurate questions, but he eventually broke his gaze to examine the now open door leading outside, penetrating the darkness outside by sticking his head out the door frame. Unsurprisingly, it was cold. Not as cold as an unplanned landing in a lake, but.

Evne leaning outside didn't help, though. It was still blacko nighto as far as human eyes could see. Which he was now in possession of, unfortunately. Or human-y. Humans couldn't usually make flashlights into lockpicks without either a lot of machines or McGuyver. "It has... grass. And an outside-y feel. And it's cold and not in a building. So sure, it's totally close but not really at all in that there is not a a lake here."