More than likely, Angel would get more possessive than anything else. In his mind, Cordelia was his person and he wasn't so willing to share. He'd been almost counting on the girl he loved and the girl he used to love not getting along, for it would only further solidify that, but they'd proved him wrong and gone for the opposite. While on some level, he was okay with - and even appreciative of - the two having one another to talk to now about things only former Sunnydalers could understand, there was still that knee jerk disapproval. And more importantly, jealousy.

"Seventh Heaven," he suggested without missing a beat. "It's a restaurant. Never ate at it before, but I hear it's good. There's a bar, and a night club upstairs."