Cary enters the lobby, and Fred hurries out to ask what he's learned. Which is nothing. Cary spots Lilah and asks, "What the hell is Succubitch doing here?" Cordelia non-answers, sparing us from a third trip through Lilah's story. Cary says that nobody's spotted a bottle of soul in a thrift store. Lilah insists that they should sic Angelus on Satan, which proves that she was totally going to let him out, and she was lying when she told Wesley that she just wanted information. Go Lilah. Cordy snaps, "Do you know what Angelus would do if we let him out?" Lilah says, "Kill you all in a bloody shower of violence, but hey: greater good!" Hee. Cordy spews cheery optimism, and Lilah snarks, "Don't go Watchtower on me, Saint Cordelia," as she heads upstairs. Cordy offers to punch Lilah's face in, which is a rather un-Cordy thing to say, and yeah, I know, but I can't decide if it's intentionally strange or not. Lilah stops and asks, "Are you trying to turn me on?" Cordy lectures Lilah about hope, and Lilah shouts back that they're all going to die, "and if anybody has scales on their eyes..." Cordy suddenly tilts her head back and then her eyes go all white. "...it's you," Lilah concludes in a puzzled tone. Cordy declares that she knows how to restore Angel's soul.
Fred enters the basement to tell Wesley about Cordy's vision. Angelus mocks Fred, Fred snaps back, and Angelus observes that "she really has put on spunk." Um. Is it just me? Angelus mentions that now that she's single, she can go for "the real prize." He eyes Wesley, and fanfic writers gurgle, as he says, "If I swung that way -- look at him. All rugged and handsome. And brains! Man, he's damn near perfect." Wesley gets a point for quietly saying, "Thank you." Wesley and Fred start upstairs and then Angelus quickly adds, "Except that part about banging Lilah for the past six months." Fred laughs at the ridiculousness of that idea, than spots Wesley's guilty expression. Hooray! Fred gets stammery again and goes upstairs while Angelus laughs.













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