"Oh, does she?" He said with a hint of mischief in his voice. "Just another way she takes after her mother." Warren gave Noir a very proud-of-himself-grin.
"Probably," he answered Wren after she'd asked whether or not he thought his relationship with the Victoria Secret model could be salvaged. "But, I'm kind of lazy," he said with a small smirk. Angel was much more of a homebody than most people would've guessed. He didn't think he was capable of keeping up with Betsy's jet-setter lifestyle. She embraced the limelight and even picked a career that would keep her in it. Warren, on the other hand, avoided the spotlight and pubic gaze as much as possible. The blond supermodel dined out, constantly, at the world's best restaurants and Warren preferred dinner at home. He'd known all this about Betsy before they'd begun dating but Warren hadn't takeng any of into consideration. Perhaps, he'd just been blinded by her beauty and kind heart.
"Sorry to hear, sweetheart." He was unclear whether he was speaking of the suitor-free life or the split with Freddie. He couldn't say he was very upset from the break-up. Warren liked Freddie, but that relationship was doomed from the beginning. As long as Prue had both of her parents around and they behaved as adults, the split was probably for the best.
"I know what you mean." Well, didn't they sound 'emo'? "Enough of that," Warren said as he pushed back toward the dustiest shelves yet. "This is no pity party." Warren decided as he passed a group of old mirrors hanging on the wall. He couldn't imagine what some of those had seen.