"My s--" My son is there, he almost said on impulse, the answer to that question always an honest one and one he would've answered with what he bit down on had he been speaking to any other person. But this was Cordelia, who didn't yet know her champion slept with Darla and got a kid out of it. Angel knew he was going to have to tell her at some point (and some point soon at that), but tonight was not the time for that.

Tonight was about making life in Luceti not as dull as he painted it, and regardless of whether or not he still believed it to be disenchanting and without any of the sparks required to hold his attention, he would make it seem so for her. Just because he hated it didn't mean he wanted her to.

He cleared his throat. "I mean, of course. My friends, my team - they're back home and so is my mission. I can't protect LA and fight for the Powers if I'm here. I'm not a Champion here."