He smiles, and something about it is incredibly empty. It might have been a rare display as far as Angel was concerned, but he smiled often enough, and it was always warm, genuine. This one falls short, and his eyes gleam with something else, something unpleasant.

"I'm sure it does." The stare finally breaks and he proceeds to look very interested in his coffee, curling his fingers around the cup as he brings it to his lips. "I guess if I'm going to be sitting here, I should probably order something more than coffee."

He couldn't ask for what he actually wanted, considering he was attempting to stay under wraps just a tiny bit longer, though he was sure that Tohru would be more than happy to send over a mug of warm animal blood if the need arose. Swill. Even attempting to pass himself off as Angel, he had his limits.