"You are," He huffs into his hair, nudging his nose against it and the familiar smell as he settles in. He breathes out a little sigh, his other hand twisting the short hairs at the nape of his neck, holding him close. "Or did you forget that entire incident with Angel?" And there's a lower, almost growl like quality to his voice, a bit of jealousy or annoyance-- he isn't sure which, and is positive he doesn't really care to know.