He smiles broadly when she answers, something almost boyish about his expression as he looks her over. A little more subdued than the Mirror had been; those dresses seemed to be out of the question with this version of her, but the essence is still the same.

"Not anymore," he says plainly, pushing himself away from the door so that he stood up straight, impossibly tall now that he wasn't hunching as Angel tended to.

"I have you to thank for that. Well, your Mirror-- but she's not here right now." His smile turns just slightly unpleasant, a cold gleam in his eye betraying that there's no true mirth there. "I figure you'll have to do."