Warren couldn't help an eye-roll as Wren did her best Eva Gabor impression as they entered the shop. The half-Asian woman certainly enjoyed playing the part of the wealthy aristocrat, didn't she? Sometimes he couldn't tell she was so distanced from her stuffed-shirt father.
Angel let the aroma of the space fill his nostrils as he took his first look around. "Mmhmm, dust," he joked. Antiques actually held a special place in the blond man's heart. It didn't know what attracted him to the lost or forgotten objects of the world, but he always loved browsing whatever city's selection that he was in. The older an item was, the more life it had. And that could transform what was probably a simple trinket into a piece of history, with its own rich character and personality. He especially loved things with a religious, occult, or mystic past. Angel didn't know how much money he'd spent on antique relics from all corners on the world. He even owned a few 'rare' items bought not entirely legally from the Middle East and Egypt.
"Browsing, for now." Warren said as he let Wren take the lead. He couldn't help feeling like a character from the Harry Potter book series at the moment. He'd turned down Knockturn Alley with his dark fairy and was perusing the more dangerous items of the wizarding world. Except, right now, he was staring at an old cradle. "Let's go toward the back, that's where all the good stuff is." He told Wren as he set his sights on the rear of the shop. "So, how's the little princess?" He spoke of Prue of course, not Wren. He might have to make the distinction aloud, he thought with a smirk.