He doesn't want to know how Doyle ended up in a dress or why Cordelia's still clutching a whip and occasionally meowing. He can't help guessing why those meows send Doyle's Irish face turning a bright shade of red or why he sounds like he's begging when he whispers urgently to him, "Stop 'er, man."

He only looks at his people, shakes his head, and hides his grin. They've done well while he's been off in Sunnydale. They almost brought down this entire nest of Vampires themselves. He's only had to dust a couple after finding them cornered.

He keeps moving now, heading to his car with them trailing behind him and Cordelia still meowing and cracking her whip. He is not going to ask. A case is a case, and a solved case is best. He will leave it at that tonight.

But as he pulls away, with Doyle fidgeting beside him and Cordelia keeping her act going in his back seat, Angel knows he's going to ask the Demon tomorrow. He'll ask him, and the story is surely going to be one for the ages - if he can get the truth out of him.

For now, he takes pity. "Cordelia, enough." She pouts but stops. Doyle glances gratefully at him, and Angel finally lets his grin show. Yeah, this story is going to be one to remember.

The End