"Clearly you don't know him, or you'd never call him that." Guardian, okay, yes. But angel? The thought is enough to make her chuckle, although the rest of Spike's assumptions are bit closer to the mark. "Not even close; Klaus is a hybrid: a werewolf and a vampire. Even more than that, he's one of the Original vampires in my world." The family that all other vampires were sired by, either directly or by extension.

Spike's outlook on vampires isn't exactly optimistic--but Cami doesn't think he's necessarily wrong, either. She's had a couple of talks with Rebekah now, about humanity and how those traits seem to vanish over time. Mix that in with a near insatiable desire to feed on human blood, and Cami could easily see how things would spiral out of control for a person.

The warning is far enough, but Cami smirks over at him. "You know, I might actually have a reason to be proud of my wrinkles. The world I live in, the life I lead: getting old would be something worth bragging about. You're right though. He definitely has some crow's feet going on." There is no fourth wall when it comes to mocking Angel.

He needs a second to decide whether or not he wants to leave, and wouldn't it figure, the memory plays right into her question. It's almost funny, except Cami's way too sober to appreciate the timing. Whatever choice he makes, she won't at all hold it against him. But as he's advised her, he opts to forgo the past in favor of the present. "Or you could ask nicely and impress me with your self-restraint rather than fail to do so with violence."

But it is very nice of him to let her leave the room first.