"I adore her, and she did teach me quite a lot. Including how to kill someone twice my size and properly serve them. However, 'close' is not the word I'd use."

He listened to Angel's comment on his family.

"I'm not sure how I'd gather 'mobster' from you aside from the New York accent, but that's a bit stereotypical, don't you think?"

The sandwiches were both about half-eaten at this point. Why couldn't Angel have picked somewhere that it'd take time for a proper meal to be prepared and even longer to eat it? This little outing was going to be over in no time.

Though perhaps that was for the best. Family was an awkward topic to chat about with anyone in Hell. Even a little ray of sunshine like Charlie had serious familial issues.