"No, it doesn't. You just being irrational makes you irrational." He hung his head when she stuck her tongue out at him. "Why doesn't that surprise me?" He lifted his head again. "Sure but the course of the meeting will probably end up with someone as a pile of ash ten minutes in."
Of course the waitress would be on Faith's side. Women did like to stick together. Maybe he could get the cook farther down the counter on his side but he'd probably be mobbed for distracting the man from filling lunch orders. "We are not," he muttered once more.
"I'm not going to argue that one." Not with the clause hanging over his head that kept him in Wolfram and Hart's employment until he figured out how to get himself loose. Ending the world would serve him absolutely no purpose and more likely would be the hindering pain in the ass. "I'm just off my game," he joked.
"I think you missed the sarcasm. That's not typical unless it's a slayer thing." He was surprised to find her blushing. "You really like her."