"I'm sure," she said dryly, though she was definitely amused. And attracted, because the whole package was rather nicely put together. After another sip of her coffee, she set it down and tilted her head while studying him.
"I can't say that you're quite what I expected, but then I guess I can't really say I ever thought about what it might be like to meet the Devil himself face to face." Or herself, she amended privately, figuring the Devil had probably changed form over time. For an angel, Phoebe definitely didn't see any similarities between him and the whitelighters back home. In fact, she wasn't sure she could really compare him to anyone she'd ever met previously.
"If you're that charming and irresistible, then why aren't you on the welcome committee?"