[ she's come this far; there's no way she's letting him retreat back into his batcave. ] If I let you rock my world on the dance floor, you better promise me, Angel. Unless you've got a diary lying around, you're my only hope in getting to know what's really going on. [ with you, she doesn't say. angel's never been one for talking, but she hates how she can't just blab on and figure out what it is. she doesn't know. and she hates it.
regardless, she places her hand in his, because even if he promises or avoids making said promise, he's going to have fun in the lights and far, far away from his regular shadows today. ]