LILAH: How did you get in here? Vampire detectors, my ass. Well, here we are, all nice and cozy. Let's talk about-hmm, gee, let me guess-Lorne. How's he doing? Still green?
ANGEL: I told you we were gonna have a conversation.
LILAH: Swell, but I'm having a bit of a day, so let's say we skip the usual two-step, you threaten me, I threaten you, yadda, yadda, yawn. Jump directly to the throwing you out on your thick, meaty head. 'Cause, you know what? You're not getting anything out of me this time either.
ANGEL: Didn't think I would, but Gavin-he was more accommodating.
LILAH: (looks behind her at Gavin, bound and gagged on the couch) Couldn't you have at least tortured him a little bit more?
ANGEL: Really wanted to, but he wouldn't stop talking long enough to get into it.
LILAH: I have a cure for that.
ANGEL: Vindict on your own time. I'm kinda on the clock here.
~~
Apocalypse, Nowish~~
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