[Angel glances down as Veneer takes his hand, going momentarily tense, but -- it's nice. Those fluffy, clawed fingers gently toying with Angel's own, pale fur against pink, the warmth of someone touching him in a way that doesn't hurt or feel bad. Angel can count on one hand how many times that's happened in the last few decades.

So he doesn't pull away, keeps his head low, letting out a slow exhale.] That's -- what I was afraid of. He doesn't have the same kinda power here he did in our Hell. He had to have given her somethin' good.

[There's the twist of a wry smile at the confession.] So, you guys lipsync? Most famous people fake it in some way, yaknow. Ain't the worst thing ever. Guessin' your sister doesn't feel the same way, though.