He'd been expecting the laughter. Hell, if he'd been a third party in all of this, Angel probably would have found it funny too. Except he wasn't a third party. He was the guy who had fallen on his naked ass after nearly coming out of his skin when his roommate's girlfriend caught him by surprise by walking through his bedroom wall.
The 'good for Buffy' line earned her one of his trademarked looks of stoicism, and he let out a sigh of exasperation. Nevermind that Buffy hadn't seen... that in a while or that he was trying to figure out what the hell to do about the lack of her seeing...that, but — no, he wasn't going there right now. Nope.
"Not paying attention," he repeated with a scoff. "Well, I, uh.. appreciate if you paid attention. From now on." He wasn't upset, mostly awkward and embarrassed, even if he was probably the last vampire on earth that should be caring about modesty. Still, without thinking, Angel doublechecked the towel around his waist, making sure everything was as secure as it could be. There wouldn't be anymore mishaps or slips if he could help it.
His eyes went to the clothes in his closet again. They may have all been more or less similar in color, but they weren't the same. "That one's a button-down," he pointed out. "And this isn't one." He picked out a dark, knit shirt and tossed it over to the bed. And then backed up to the dresser and quickly, and very carefully, slipped on a pair of boxers on underneath the towel.