"Sorry, Dead Boy, vamp dust's a major faux pas at homecoming. Maybe the next one'll be somewhere you won't combust."

A lifetime ago, Angel would have tortured the boy for the insult. He still knew how, still remembered the exact threshold of pain a human could take. Back then he savoured screams like fine wine, and now it was his soul's revulsion that held him back.

Buffy had enough love for all of them, and Angel loved that most about her. He would tolerate Xander for her sake, but the boy needed to understand what Angel was: a demon.