Cordy couldn't help but grin when she saw the quick flash of pale skin. Sure, she'd seen Angel in various states of undress before, but the sight never got less pleasant. Oh, the joys of being immortal.
If she thought about it, she was sure that she could come up with several hundred less enjoyable things about being immortal, but it was Angel's job to brood, not hers, so she pushed the thought away before it could ruin her day.
"Hey," Cordy said before pressing her lips softly against his in greeting.
She pulled back quickly. They hadn't entirely hammered out what exactly the rules on physical contact were quite yet. Maybe it had to go by trial and error, but Cordy wasn't sure where the line between good fun and evil teasing was, so she was treading carefully.
She swept her eyes up and down his form, quickly taking stock of him, an old habit she'd picked up in the early days of working with him. Once upon a time, she'd let herself ramble on about something unimportant while he'd been injured. That only happened once. After that, she always looked him over quickly before starting in on him about anything minor. She was never sure if he noticed her scrutiny, but he'd never mentioned it.
Angel looked...yummy. He'd definitely been working out or something since she'd last seen him because...wow. "You look great," she told him, unconsciously licking her lips. "And also like you've been brooding for the Olympics again. Everything okay?"