Giles did not exactly appreciate the invitation to a police officer into his house. He did not need some detective sniffing around when he had his own past and present that had numerous things that the police department did not want to deal with. The only reason he had not been put into slavery to serve time was because his grandmother bought his way out of it or they did not have solid enough evidence that he was the culprit. If Beckett looked into Giles' records from England, she would find on several mentions of him as a suspect, but only one arrest.
The smell of the breakfast food filled the house. Giles was sure if he did not make it to the kitchen before his werewolf friend, that there would be none left, but when he walked in to see the amount of food that Lillah had cooked, he no longer thought that. Picking out two English muffins and tea, he set the food aside to go greet their guest. Ripper messed with his hair for a few seconds then appeared out from the kitchen door.
Ripper had dressed casually, but threw on one of his suit jacks so he would look more respectable than he bothered when he did not have to go into work. His jeans were still torn at the knee and his dark t-shirt underneath had not been bothered to be covered by buttoning the jacket. "Welcome, Detective." Since Lillah had not gotten her name, Ripper went with the common greeting. "I'm Giles." Since he hated his first name, refused to be called Mister Giles, and was not about to introduce himself as Ripper to the woman, he went with just his surname.