The raven blinked out at the skyline unappreciatively as Angel spoke. He looked down at the cement parapet beneath his ugly clawed feet, hopped a couple times this way, a couple more times that way. He pecked at a speck, peered at it, then pecked again. No, just a speck, and not a tasty bug of some kind. How disappointing. Finally the man stopped talking and the raven stuck his beak under a wing, scratching an itch.
He made a cattaarrrgh sound, clearing a gravel throat, then he said, "Yeah, you're fucked." The large round eyes turned to stare up at the former vampire.