As they near his apartment, Angel feels bold enough to reach out, running his fingers lightly down buffy's neck, over her clavicle, to the dip of her throat and slightly lower. "Was kinda thinking the necklace would be the wardrobe," he informs her in a husky voice.

When she sticks her tongue out at him, he can't help but lean forward and playfully snap his - dull, human - teeth at her.

When she seems shy, but interested in knowing more, Angel realizes he hasn't really told her much about his life before coming to Sunnydale - his post-soul life, at any rate. He shrugs a little. "He was a hippie, had traveled to India to learn traditional tattooing, then came home to learn the modern methods. Talking about how to get the ink to take under the skin, different pigments and how they fade over time. He liked my tattoo--" he shifts his shoulder forward a little, to indicate the gryphon on his back, "--asked me a lot of questions about it, only some of which I could answer. I did let him practice tattooing on me; a vampire's skin doesn't take regular tattoo ink, it just heals over before it can set. He was fascinated by that, too. As to why I said no to the piercing..." he shrugs a little. "It felt too much like being a guinea pig. I can't explain the difference, it was just... A little too much."

The tiny growl she gives, the bite to his shirt, wondering what piercings he'd been thinking of - all together, it's too much; Angel lets go of buffy's hand, only to swoop down and whisk her up into his arms. "Screw walking," he mutters, starting to sprint the last few blocks.

The nice thing about being a vampire is, he doesn't get winded from running. Fatigued after a while, but not from just running a few blocks.