Angel smiled, a small-but-genuine thing, as she nodded at his words, taking the initiative to lead them over to the sofa, sitting down (she was polite, to a point, but felt the need to sit after the little spin). "Plenty fabulous, gorgeous... just a bit tired, is all. 'Up late last night, working on a new dress," She waved a hand down at herself, before letting it flair out. "Meeting with the socialites, all that schmoozing, it does become rather tiring, doesn't it?" He was a rock star, she had to assume he could relate.