Spare room? Warren wondered who Eva had been talking to when his super-sense picked up the tail end of her conversation. It certainly wasn't for himself or Luke - their teaching quarters were still untouched, even though neither of them lived at the mansion full time anymore. Warren was driven hard enough by curiosity not to knock before he entered the head mistress’s office. Oh. It was Captain America... and Eva's hand was on his arm. While he'd always known her to be rather enthusiastic in her ability to welcome people, none-the-less the gesture irked Angel... to say the least.
"Steve?" Warren's head tilted to the side after he'd spoken, eyes fixated clearly on Eva's. He held his hand out for Steve and shook the guest's hand. "It's a pleasure to see you again, Captain." The first time they'd met had been after the attack on New York, something he wasn't sure he'd mentioned to Eva. Angel stepped back, as not to be in the path of Bishop and his admiration for the America hero. Warren's face had turned back to Eva anyway in an effort to determine how much time she and Forge had spent with their own worship of the man. Clearly they'd both be even more dark had it been for long, you know - from basking in Steve's glory. Then the detective noticed the empty plate in Eva's hand. Good; he'd tasted her cooking - probably her man-catching beignets. "And to what do we owe this visit from the leader of the Avengers?"