[Blah, blah, arrogant blah blah. Of course, it takes one to know one -- Angelus is no better, waxing from arrogant and poetic to abrupt and crass in a matter of moments when he wants to, but unquestionably enjoying every moment that he gets to hear himself speak.

He smiles, and there's nothing warm or pleasant about it.]

Oh, it's a special occasion all right.

[No Slayer, no yappy Seer hanging off his arm or trying to shove his soul back in, and he's free. Really, he's overdue to celebrate -- but he's not stupid, either. This place isn't all that big. He could bring the whole place down and reduce it to nothing but a pile of bricks littered with corpses if he really wanted to throw himself a party, but then he wouldn't have it.

So for now, he's settling for observing, getting a read on the walking buffet and assorted others that stand out just a little from the herd, considering how best to proceed. He'll need to eat before too long, but for now, getting the hang of the tech -- which he's much better with than Angel could ever hope to be -- seems to be a wise way to spend his time.]

I don't know, I think this place is pretty friendly. [Happy Meals walking around everywhere.] You tell me, mate, do you always greet the public at large like your presence is some divine favor?