Angel hide a smile behind the book when she lifted his legs up, pretending not to notice such an obvious act as she settled onto the couch with his legs now draped across her lap. He didn't lower the book down to his chest with the pages still open - the intention to continue reading clear - until she patted him and spoke up. "Ow," he feigned with false pain, the sting of her hand barely registering through the fabric of the dark, nearly black jeans he wore.

He lifted a brow of his own at her raised ones, his clearly confused and not quite following her meaning. "...I'm not showing you anything."