Cordelia attempted to take a step away from him, since she physically couldn't take a step away from the name, but, unfortunately for her, Angel's tight grip on her arm prevented her from doing so. All she managed was a step away from him only to be reeled right back into his side.

Darla made her see red. The mere thought, reference or description of Darla was enough to make Cordelia want to - stupidly - go after the vampire and stake her herself. The affect she had on Angel hadn't been completely forgotten. Cordelia was weary that Darla would appear here at any given time and send him off the rails again.

"I think I just lost my appetite," she said, her face pinched as though she'd sucked a lemon. She should've seen this one coming, somewhat. Though, the idea that there was anything similar between the two of them made Cordelia feel incredibly uneasy. She held little respect for the vampire. "Let's pretend I never asked." Anything having to do with Darla, Cordelia wanted to avoid, avoid, avoid. And a good drink would help with that, especially getting rid of the bad taste any thought or word about Darla put there.