"Exactly!" She shifted on the couch, turning to face him. She raised her hands up, as though, hallelujah, the boy has a brain - although, Cordelia should know that there was a chance that Angel wasn't even on the same page as her.

She settled her hands on his legs, for a lack of a better place to put them. "Here we are, two humans - sort of - and we're doing nothing. You're reading," she made a show of rolling her eyes, as if to say that that's so incredibly boring (which it was, according to Cordelia), "and I'm trying not to yawn for the twentieth time in the span of thirty minutes."

Maybe she had to spell it out for him. His idea of fun didn't even touch the definition of it. She grinned widely, "Let's go out."