He was waiting for Katara's reply when the voice came from above. Adam glanced up, regarding the newcomer. "Watcher's Council?" he asked in confusion, frowning. The rest of the sentence went into the mental storage bin for sorting later. "That sounds like some kind of porn approval board or something."
He turned around, resting his back against the edge of the desk so that he could see Katara one way and the new guy - the one he assumed might've been Angel with the air of authority he was carrying around - the other. "I can't say I know of a Watcher's Council or a Giles or rogue slayers and you're a lawyer?" He grinned. "You don't seem like the type."
Adam lapsed into a rare silence as the newcomer moved closer, but the not exactly human comment earned a deadpan look. "Either you guess well or I'm going to assume we have a case of pot and kettle trading commentary here Half-demon, how about you?" he replied. "I'm from the interracial council, not the Watcher's Council. And if they paid me, I wouldn't be driving a vehicle that left its muffler in Nevada."