"This actually is me playing nice. More or less. My mother would be so proud."
He arched a brow, watching her take her portable computer out and set it down. He remembered the day that Armand had gotten his hands on a laptop. At least it went better than the microwave fiasco.
"Ms. Rosenberg, you can't remove my soul. Not even if you tried. I do not work the same way as Spike or Angel. I've read their thoughts, I've compared notes, I know it's true."