A "few" is "less than many, more than one." [ he tips his head to the side in a small, slightly embarrassed shrug. ] I'm old, I remember what words mean, even if that's not how most people use them anymore.
[ her stance is about the only thing reminding him, stopping him from kissing her, and not because she's got that stubborn look; actually, the stubborn look makes him want to kiss her more. no, what's stopping him is her crossed arms, because he'd have to tip forward, giving both of them enough time to really think about it, and decide that the bad idea was a good decision.
of course, her licking her lips doesn't exactly help, and even when she ducks her head, giving him just enough self-control to lean back from how he'd unconsciously been leaning toward her, he can't stop looking at her lips. get a grip, he snarls at himself. he can feel Angelus in the back of his mind, watching this all unfold, hating the feelings involved, but enjoying the torment of his own making. the demon offers no commentary, doesn't share his own 'thoughts', although Angel can feel him scrutinizing everything with interest.
he can't help the snort at her suggestion, and smiles to let her know he's not laughing at her, but himself. ] I'm... not actually a very good detective. Mostly I just hunt the bad guys, after D-- [ after Doyle has a vision. ] ...after I get pointed in the right direction. [ he finishes somberly.
it's her turn to distract him, and he listens as she talks about Mel, a very future Slayer. the small smile he gives her is full of reflected pride for her, since clearly she enjoys the idea of being famous, even if it is only through the Watcher Diaries. ] Of course you are. First Slayer to survive her line continuing. First to stop an Ascension-- [ ...oh, he's not sure if she knows about the Mayor's ascension yet. He can't recall exactly when they learned about it, or what exactly it entailed. ]
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A "few" is "less than many, more than one." [ he tips his head to the side in a small, slightly embarrassed shrug. ] I'm old, I remember what words mean, even if that's not how most people use them anymore.
[ her stance is about the only thing reminding him, stopping him from kissing her, and not because she's got that stubborn look; actually, the stubborn look makes him want to kiss her more. no, what's stopping him is her crossed arms, because he'd have to tip forward, giving both of them enough time to really think about it, and decide that the bad idea was a good decision.
of course, her licking her lips doesn't exactly help, and even when she ducks her head, giving him just enough self-control to lean back from how he'd unconsciously been leaning toward her, he can't stop looking at her lips. get a grip, he snarls at himself. he can feel Angelus in the back of his mind, watching this all unfold, hating the feelings involved, but enjoying the torment of his own making. the demon offers no commentary, doesn't share his own 'thoughts', although Angel can feel him scrutinizing everything with interest.
he can't help the snort at her suggestion, and smiles to let her know he's not laughing at her, but himself. ] I'm... not actually a very good detective. Mostly I just hunt the bad guys, after D-- [ after Doyle has a vision. ] ...after I get pointed in the right direction. [ he finishes somberly.
it's her turn to distract him, and he listens as she talks about Mel, a very future Slayer. the small smile he gives her is full of reflected pride for her, since clearly she enjoys the idea of being famous, even if it is only through the Watcher Diaries. ] Of course you are. First Slayer to survive her line continuing. First to stop an Ascension-- [ ...oh, he's not sure if she knows about the Mayor's ascension yet. He can't recall exactly when they learned about it, or what exactly it entailed. ]