That she did. Like a book. Gunn couldn't help another grin, taking the sheet of paper and impaling it on the small metal rod that he knew meant Cordelia had already looked at something and filed it. Then he dropped the pen carelessly onto the top of the rest of her things and moved back to the counter, leaning over it when he got there.
She's asking for it. Not here.
"You know what? You're good. There is something else." So much for listening to himself. "I wasn't going to tell you this, but since you seem to know me so darn well -- hell, I'm wonderin' if you don't already know my middle name you're so good! --" his voice got loud when he said that last bit, "Detective Veronica, it was probably stupid of me to try and hide it, right? I know." He laughed, wrapping his fingers around the edge of the opposite side of the counter and sighed, composing himself. "You're good. Really, really good. I can see why Angel let Wes and me rot. With hot little numbers like yourself runnin' around, I mean, who wouldn't?"
Now he was pointing at her again, shaking his finger. Denzel never made crazy look this sexy. "You're good. I didn't buy that bit about your hometown not being real at first, but wow, now do I ever!"
Coming around the counter, he began toward the weapon's cabinet, careful to keep her in his peripheral vision the entire time. "There's something more. A lot more. We've only just barely scratched the surface of the What's Ticking Gunn Off portion of the night. Start counting. There's the sudden but inevitable betrayal of the vampire boss. How 'bout letting the love of your life get her insides melted away by a demon long since supposed to be extinct? Huh? That one's always good. Selling your soul to an evil law firm? How about this: your best friend stabbing you for something you didn't mean to happen? Or the Blondie Bear getting to save the baby while you have to take out the Senator from Hell and her many minions?"
He clenched his teeth and inhaled sharply. Just thinking about it made his skin crawl. Reaching for the lock on the cabinet, Gunn yanked so hard that the wood splintered and peeled away like the top layer of skin after a good sunburn. Wasting no time, he threw the doors open. "Or, my personal favorite; becoming the thing you hated the most. Your worst nightmare." He took a sword, lifted it and tested the weight of it before deciding it wasn't right for the job and tossing it to the floor. "Having to dig yourself out of your grave? Lot harder than it looks. I didn't think I'd ever be able to get all the dirt off."
He decided on a nice flail, something that he could put a lot of oomph behind without having to get too close, but also something that would look pleasing to the eye as he tried to kill Veronica with it. "So, when you say there's something else going on, which answer are you really looking for, I'm just curious?"