Lilah eyed the woman for a moment, then reached into the fridge herself and pulled out a bottle of seltzer water. She'd been feeling vaguely nauseous and hoped it'd settler her stomach. For an instant, as she leaned down, the world spun. Thankfully it passed swiftly, and she straightened without innocent.
Popping open the bottle, she only half listened to Abel, until she heard "Cordelia" mentioned. Her eyes flickered to the blond, watching her walk into the living room. She and Chase had a long and dirty history together...and they weren't exactly best friends.
Death does that to you.
Sipping from the water, she walked into the living room herself. "I talk to her at the coffee shop and she seems to have her heart set on this one. God, don't you hate love birds?" One eyebrow arched slightly as she merely met Abel's eyes. "Skip that question." At least the girl knew how to make good choices, sometimes.
"Point is were going to need to bring in a classy hooker or get our hands dirty. Oh, or maybe you could show a little more cleavage at work. A little wiggle here. I hear he has a thing for older women." "Really." Her eyes narrowed to slits, before she continued. "Rest assured, Abel, neither of . . . us . . . will have to get 'our hands dirty'. Wolfram and Hart is more than capable of hiring someone to do the job, if you can't." She gave her a bright, feline smile.
Sipping from her bottle again, she sank gracefully into a chair, hiding the fact that the water wasn't really settling her stomach. "Has he spoken to any of the Slayer's friends? Is he actually getting close to Summers, as he's supposed to?"