It was so far beneath him it was unbelieveable, and the expression on her face pretty much instantaneously gave her opinion on that away. It wasn't Wolfram and Hart, it wasn't even close. And he actually thought he could be happy here?
"Nice place" she told him bemusedly, stepping into the elevator and leaning back against the rail.
"Its funny, I don't even think I can get drunk. Unless mystically I guess, But I need a drink. Does that even make sense cause it really doesn't to me?"
The meeting had gone well, from her point of view anyway. She was still around and she had ammo to annoy the Slayer. Good day.