"Yeah, see, around these parts? It just about takes a weapon of mass destruction to make with the deep frying bastards from Hell," she replied with a flip of her hair, only to go completely still and narrow her eyes at his next comment.
"Excuse me?" she retorted. "No, I am not still in high school. And trust me, if there was some reason for someone to show up here for me, it would not be you that'd be sent."
A sniff of clear disdain and Cordelia brushed past him, making her way around the counter. Pulling a bottle of water out of the mini-fridge, she took a drink and then eyed him for a second.
"So," leaning lightly against the desk, she arched one eyebrow, "are you going to get to the reason you're still here, or should I start making random guesses? Because I haven't had a vision about you, I know nobody referred you, and you're missing that whole essence of lawyer stink that one of Evil, Inc.'s lackeys tend to reek of. Which means that, unless you need some kind of help of the supernatural kind, the door is that way and I do hope it doesn't hit you on that nice ass of yours on the way out."
She finished her speech with a bright smile and small waggle of her fingers.