It was hard to associate Dean Winchester with sweet. She met the man a month ago, and he'd been a cocky bastard who probably would jumped her bones if she allowed it. She could see how charming good looks could cloud a woman's perspective, or maybe she was being too shallow. Abel had relied too much on first impressions. She thought it told a lot about a person. What Wolfram & Hart had told her about Dean Winchester proved her speculations correct. When they spied on him he was caught with many attractive women. She only hoped Cordelia didn't rely too much on a committed relationship with this Dean fellow. She was setting herself up for another disappointment.
Abel still hadn't seen the good in men. They all had some secret or flaw deep down. The information she picked up on Angel was horrifying. Formerly Angelus who slaughtered families upon families, even made one insane. There wasn't much she knew about Wesley, except he was sleeping with one of bosses.
"Oh, now this I have to hear about. A studmuffin and sweet? There is no such thing." She tapped her finger on the desk while she spoke those last few words, then took another sip from her coffee. "Details."