Abel had spent too much time on this case, that she knew Dean's every move. She was learning his routine, and he relationships well. It wouldn't be long before he fell right into their plan. Even Cordelia couldn't mess that up, but she was still keeping a close eye on her.
The popsicle held in her hand was half gone now, and starting to melt. She narrowed her eyes on Lilah, no longer focused on her appetite anymore, but at the problem at hand. Dean needed to get closer to the slayer, and though he hadn't made contact, she doubted it would be long.
Hunters and slayers were like peas in a pod.
"Rest assured, Abel, neither of . . . us . . . will have to get 'our hands dirty'. Wolfram and Hart is more than capable of hiring someone to do the job, if you can't." She arched her brow at Lilah, giving a sly smirk soon after. "Wow. I never said I couldn't do it. Matter of fact, I love getting my hands dirty. I just rather not be the hooker with dollar bills in her panties. Under cover stripping isn't really my thing."
"Has he spoken to any of the Slayer's friends? Is he actually getting close to Summers, as he's supposed to?" She gave a slight shrug in response to her question, but she knew Lilah would need more then that. "His met her sister," she commented. "But his brother, Sam, his dating her. It won't be long before they meet."