You were a hunter. You'd recently come to this city to hunt what you thought was a vengeful spirit then you found out was a trickster. And now, for some reason, you're getting drinks with him.

Now, maybe it was the alcohol, but Gabriel felt a need to be a little more honest with you. Maybe not tell you he was an archangel, that was an absolute no, but- "You should know, my name isn't actually Loki."