"I have hobbies," he protested, reaching for his glass all the same. "You just don't approve of any of them. And I won't let you keep my sketchbook."

That gave him an idea, though - her interest in his drawings. It was a skill he'd used back home, but mostly for case purposes. Interpreting visions and sketching likenesses of people, demons, places, and things based on her descriptions, and so on. He only used it for recreational purposes within the privacy of his own room, and those drawings were either kept in a place no-one would dare to look, or burned and thrown away once he'd gotten the urge to sketch whatever it was out of his system. Maybe in lieu of something more classy, or that bonus she constantly hounded him for, come the holidays he'd give her something he'd drawn to keep. An image from home. He made a mental note of it.

Angel held his glass up. "To much needed breaks for the overworked Champions of the Powers That Be."