"My god...are we there yet?" Cordelia gasped, and gave a particularly sharp dig of her heel into Dean's waist. "What is that supposed to mean, mister?" Since she knew that he was at least halfway joking, she didn't smack him in the back of his head. "I might not be as skinny as I used to be, but a professional demon hunter like yourself should be able to carry my ass around with no problem. Maybe you're just getting out of shape."
When her feet were once again on solid ground, Cordelia began digging into her purse to find the keys to Angel's apartment. "Okay, there are some ground rules here," she said, giving a glance over her shoulder back to Dean as she did so. "No crosses, no pointy wooden objects, and no Barry Manilow." Off of Dean's questioning look, Cordelia just gave a small shake of her head. "We finally got him to stop humming Mandy. If he ever starts again, I'll have to put a stake through his heart." Once the key found its mark in the lock, she turned completely to face Dean. "Think of Angel as the big brother that has no qualms about throwing you out of a window. Literally. If he gives you the third degree, just nod and smile." Finally, Cordelia offered a reassuring smile, patting his shoulder before she turned back to the door. "Maybe he won't even be here. Might keep you from going out a window."
Peeking her head into the darkness, Cordelia listened for any sign of Angel's presence. Not that he was ever loud, but after years of being at Angel's side, Cordelia had learned to listen for the little things - a shift of a chair, or the spring of a mattress were sometimes the only sign of his whereabouts. So far, she heard nothing. "Okay, we're clear."
Once inside, Cordelia flipped on the living room lights and moved into the open kitchen, wetting a cloth that was quickly handed to Dean. "Here," she said with something resembling a smirk. "I don't know if it'll do much good, considering we just walked through a monsoon, but it might get some of the leftovers out of your shirt." Disappearing into the bathroom, Cordelia reemerged with a pile of towels in her arms. "You can hang here until the rain decides to slow down some."