"Good Lord. I didn't even know you'd had a child. Angel, how is that even possible--no. I'm sorry. That's... a question for another day." He pinched the bridge of his nose, then pulled his glasses off. "That makes your accomplishments all the more impressive, and our lack of trust in you all the more egregious." Giles leaned forward in his seat, his voice lowering. "I've never had a child of my own, but Buffy is the closest thing I've ever had to a daughter. If anything was to happen to her, I don't know what I'd do to protect her. I've killed for her, I know I'd do whatever it took to keep her out of harm's way." He put his glasses back on, collected Giles once more. "I have no right to ask, and so I shall not. But I do promise that, if your son is in danger again, come to me and I will help you."