It was almost cute watching Buckley get excited over head scratches. This might be a good thing that he could be bribed so easily. Maybe he could put in a good word to the boss man for him. Smirking to himself, Angel watched Buck's little shadow play. Ah, the kitchen! Well shit, he made a fool of himself for nothing.

As promised, Angel reached out to give the shadow a good scratch behind the ears. "That's a good boy. Thanks Bucky. I owe ya more later."

Angel gave him one more hardy scritch before turning on his heels to head down stairs. Reaching the landing, the rich smell of something being freshly prepared hits Angel's nose. What ever he was making... it smelt delicious. But his pace slowed as he approached the doorway into the kitchen. No, no, no. You already went through this. Don't be a fucking coward.

Steeling his nerves, Angel once more made sure his outward appearance was flawless, flattening the hem of his jacket before strolling into the room like he owned the place. Fake it til you make it.

"Morning Smiles~" Angel beamed mustering up the best grin he could, crossing the floor over to his side to peer over his shoulder. "What are you making?"