Darla rose, paused the DVD on Satan, and went to answer the door. "Bel. Come in," she said warmly, and absolutely no mockery in her manner whatsoever, no, none. "How have your holidays been going?"
Darla sits down on her couch and picks up her mug of blood, crossing her legs gracefully. "And what exactly is the situation with Angel? You said something about a plan to restore Angelus... how *did* that go?"
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