between the drinks and subtle things;
[ he's glad he's not the only one feeling less than powers happy at the moment, despite the twinge of guilt he feels tugging at him for being the champion of the powers that be and having so little faith in them. at least his seer shares that sentiment.
angel takes another sip of the blood and makes a face at her for that suggestion. ] I am not calling myself a Cordette. Do I look like Harmony?