"And you want to stay far away from that." She couldn't blame him. She lifted her free arm, gesturing loosely towards him, "Hence the lack of Irish lilt."

She gave his hand a squeeze. "You're not that person anymore. You do know that, right?" For her, it was Angelus who had done that, not Angel, but the line that kept them separate sometimes blurred. Cordelia just didn't want to admit that.