"That's just it, Lilah. I don't do what I do in some effort in being remembered for my heroic deeds. I'm not the hero, after all. I'm lucky if I'm the sidekick." He didn't expect for people to remember him when he was dead and gone. "But it matters to me that I tried. I've learned long ago that I really can't please others. I might as well try to be alright with myself." He usually wasn't, but he was trying and mostly succeeding in this place. When he heard the bitterness in her voice, despite something in the back of his mind telling him not to, he reached over and took her hand, squeezing it gently.
"I'm sure that there will be a reign of fire here soon enough," he commented. "If there hasn't been already." This was supposed to be a biblical apocalypse, after all. "Seems like I have missed a lot in LA." Connor being a teenager, Angel forgiving him, them having something to do with Wolfram & Hart. He wondered if Lilah had something to do with that.
"Oh I believe that you are good at your job." He had no problem with that idea. She had certainly made their lives a living hell plenty of times to prove that. "I would image it would be a bit easier to deal with a more regular firm than a demonic one. Exactly how far up have you gotten there?" She was a ruthless woman when it came to her work. He figured that she would be running the place before long.