Vi was about to launch into explanation when Angel waved it off. Her lips pressed tightly together, fighting off another grin. "He sounds like a nice guy." Most of the people who liked showtunes couldn't be evil, right? Except for that demon that made everything a living musical.
"Oh. I knew guys like you when I was in school. Casanovas, only not because they were not nearly as great as they thought they were." That seemed like a lifetime ago, when in reality it had only been a few short years. Things really had changed. "A woman?"
Spike wrote poetry. Vi frowned and looked at Angel, trying to decide whether or not he was messing with her. "Seriously?"