Cordy wouldn't recommend an Apocalypse for weight loss and general health, just like she wouldn't recommend mystical comas for full-body rejuvenation, but she had to admit, Apocalypse looked good on Angel. Except for the brooding, but that was always to be expected from him.
She allowed herself to be drawn into his arms, breathing in his scent once she got close enough. She'd missed him more than she realized.
Cordy smiled at the compliment, but still smacked him lightly on the chest. "Hey, don't think you can get out of that thing with the toilet seat just by telling me I'm pretty, buster. It may seem minor to you, but I nearly fell in."
Her words weren't nearly as harsh as they were meant to be. Sure, she wasn't too thrilled about the seat being left up, and stumbling to the bathroom in the morning only to be met by a freezing lack of seat and only barely missing the water wasn't an experience she'd like to repeat, but she wasn't going to make a big deal about it.
Well, not too big a deal.
"It was okay," she answered him. "I remembered how to levitate!" This last part was said just a little too brightly. Maybe an ordinary human would consider learning how to levitate their lifelong accomplishment, but Cordy knew she could do more if she could just learn how. And levitation? Probably not going to help with the coming battle.