In some ways, he supposed Phaedra spoke the truth. Cas had always enjoyed combat, but that was purely because he'd been created for it. Fighting targets that he was meant to always brought him an amount of exhilaration he'd not found elsewhere and it was different from that which he felt when he was near his mate. "But I was not always," he replied. "My body, yes. My thoughts...I like to think they're still predominantly angel, though...I suppose that is not up to me to decide."
Her smile was surprisingly disarming, though he supposed that was because he'd never known any vampire to smile and truly mean it. Often when they smiled, it was because they wished to cause someone else harm. "You refrained from attempting to kill me on the spot," he pointed out. "I doubt very many of your kind in my reality would have done the same."
Moving towards the door, he gave her a silent nod. After all, he'd been told he was terrible at goodbyes.