Yeah, if you're a fuckin' poser. [Angel grins, all teeth, teasing at the delicate, silky hairs at the back of Dirk's neck, his touch practiced, familiar. Like he does this all the time -- he'll keep touching unless and until he's told to fuck off.] Sounds like you're the real deal. You some kinda overlord? Exorcist? Somethin' else sexy and dangerous?

[That next comment prompts a very brief flash of surprise in Angel's mismatched eyes. When was the last time anyone said something like that -- that he deserved something. Charlie, probably, but that's Charlie, she's a unique case. To hear it from a guy is something else entirely.

Laughing again, Angel drops the sexy act a bit, flashing a much more genuine smile.] Aw, babycakes, you really don't know who I am, huh? [He steps back, spreads all four arms in a sort of "ta-daaa" gesture.] You're lookin' at the most popular porn star in the seven circles, sugar. I've been railed by every kinda guy there is, usually at the same time. Pretty sure emotional availability would give me hives or somethin'. Blech.