Booth raised an eyebrow as he heard the knocking. "It's open." He called from the kitchen and hoped he didn't have to leave his spot. He didn't like interrupting a project. Not any project. It was part of what made him such a good field agent. He would get the job done no matter what came up. Unless under a happy spell that caused him to blow off work and piss off the director of the FBI. His boss' boss. After everything that went down with him not showing up to work for nearly a week he had some tiring explaining to do. And a severe need to punch Trickster in the face.
He knew it wouldn't kill him, but he wasn't going for the kill. Seeley had nearly been killed by a demon thanks to his obliviousness and Tricksters prank. It was the very least he owed the angel. He was a little unhappy with everything. The way Angels screwed with them was almost worse then the apocalypse at times. He thought Angels were supposed to be there to protect people, not put them in more danger.
His religion was in question and it didn't put Booth in the happiest of moods most of the time. It was always there to guide him in the past when things went wrong, but now what did he have to lean on? He was no good at leaning on people. He liked to think he was pretty independent.
His t.v. was on in the living room, some hockey replay game from the last season he was watching before he invited Buffy up. When he got distracted by the possibility of sweets and the kitchen, he forgot to turn it off.