"Well nobody's perfect." Angel chuckled, studying Alastor from across the table.

From what he could tell, Alastor seemed to be okay with his choice. Not that he was concerned about the deer's comfort. He just wanted a bit of privacy. With Al? But Angel didn't have much time to stew on his thoughts before the reappearance of the cafe manager. The snake demon slide two tiny cups of coffee on to their table.

"Thanks, toots. Could you give us a minute?" Again the demon gave Angel a curt nod before slipping away. "I hope you don't mind that I got us both coffee. So... What you think?"