Seeing Alastor drink his coffee black made him glad that he didn't ask for milk or sugar. Knowing Al, Angel had a suspicion that he preferred the simpler things at time. Heh, see? He knew him. He pays attention. Its not always about sex.... Recently. Taking note at Alastor being all a buzz made his heart warm. Like hell he was going to admit it to anyone. Though the soft smile on his face was evident enough.

"Its not five star restaurant but the sandwiches ain't half bad." Angel shrugged his shoulders, leaning follow to rest his elbows on the table. Placing his chin on one hand, Angel gaze at Alastor with that star struck look in his eyes. It was the same dreamy look the starlet had once given him on the night of his rescue. Lazily with his free hand he traced the rim of his cup with a delicate finger tip.

"You're a pretty good cook, Al. Did you learn it from your mom?"