There was a brief moment when Angelus felt his temper rise at her taunting words. Before he could make a mistake and charge her like some sort of newly risen fledgling, however, he managed to get control of his anger and flashed her a downright chilling smirk. "I'm thinking it'll take a year or two past never," he remarked as he moved toward her and began a slow, predatory circle around her.
"I'll give Willow credit, she's a hell of a powerful witch for being such a annoying little thing," he chuckled, "but I have it on good authority that even she can't saddle me with that pathetic soul again."
Faster than the blink of an eye he moved, suddenly in her face with one hand wrapped smoothly around her neck. Easily hoisting her into the air until her feet were dangling, he added, "And you don't have what it takes to bring me down. You never did." Then he tossed her away from him, his low, heartless laughter echoing around them.