The answers to most her questions involved a variation of No or Don't Know. He'd been stuck in at least a few variations of pocket dimensions, most of them with a Hell theme. He was also immo--
Wait. No, he wasn't. There were just some things Angel took for granted. That he could wait it out in a pocket dimension wasn't a fact anymore. Angel's face came dangerously close to brooding.
"No churches, you know, with crosses tending to burn and all. There was a vampire pyramid scheme once..."