I'll pay for our night out when we get home. [He is a gentleman after all, on top of being part-Giles, ensouled and the ex-Scourge of Europe.] Alright. [Sliding his hands into the pocket of his thick wool duster, Angel trailed behind Faith for a moment until he fell into step with her.]
Sometimes I miss my car. [He said offhandedly. Walking everywhere wasn't a problem, but sometimes he longed to be back behind the wheel of his black Plymouth.]