"Afraid not. Not for lack of trying. Just made a bad call on the dress. Wrong cut for me," Angel quips in reply without skipping a beat, his voice perfectly deadpan-- something he's had a lot of practice with over the last two hundred years or so.

In this, at least, there's no use in beating around the bush. With Bonnie and Elena, he couldn't be sure of how much they knew or how much he should say, but he can sense Caroline for what she is, and it's the same as she'd been during her last visit, or close enough to it.

"I mean we're both vampires. Ones who don't have any interest in hurting anyone else."