Angel finishes pouring one glass of scotch and starts to pour a second, but Doyle covers his glass before Angel can start to fill it. "Harry's right," he explains. "This stuff does me no good." Angel sits down. I wonder if Angel was really going to drink with Doyle. As it is, Angel is left to toy with his glass, never even sipping from it, which is a bit of a waste. Especially when he has such a good motive to drink, in the form of Doyle blathering on about his failed marriage. Doyle says, "We weren't even twenty when we got married. Crazy about each other. You know, when things go wrong and you're young like that, you don't just say hey, thanks for the blender, I wish you well. You fight. You tear each other apart until one of you can't take it." Angel looks like he might be thinking, "Or you kill her Computer Science teacher and she sends you to hell." Doyle says, "She did the walking, but she had reason. I wasn't exactly the man she married. I changed." Angel tells Doyle that's only natural, since they were married so young. Doyle responds, "What, to sneeze and sprout demon face? That's decidedly unnatural." Angel is surprised that Doyle didn't mention that he was a demon to his wife-to-be, but Doyle says that he didn't know about it at the time. "I never met my dad," Doyle begins, and despite the threat of hearing all about Doyle's childhood, Angel still doesn't touch his scotch. The man's a masochist. Basically, Doyle's mom kept his supernatural bloodline a secret, hoping that it wouldn't affect him. And it didn't, until his demonic side manifested when he was twenty-one, and thus ended Doyle's hopes of having his own children. Angel tells Doyle, "I'm sorry," prompting Doyle to gruffly end the pity party and say that it was all for the best, since he's "too much of a wild man to be the stay-at-home type, anyway." Doyle observes that Richard seems like a decent guy. "Definitely friendly," agrees Angel. Then Angel makes the terrible mistake of trying to comfort Doyle, and adds, "Only, he seemed a bit, uh..." As if he had a huge mole on his cheek? Doyle jumps up and shouts, "Exactly! I knew he was no good!" Soon enough, Doyle has made Angel agree to tail Richard and make sure he isn't, y'know, evil or anything. Angel makes one request: "Just don't tell Cordelia. She'll want to charge you." Doyle pats Angel's shoulder to distract him, and gulps down Angel's glass of blipvert.