Darla and Angel are still sucking face. Angel pushes her away, finally, saying, "That's enough." It's way past enough, in point of fact. Darla disagrees, and does something involving her face and his chest that we are luckily unable to see. Angel grabs her arm and pulls her off. Darla says, "You're hurting me. I like it." I pause the tape for a while, to regroup. She pulls away, and Angel loses the game face. Turning to her, he asks, "What's the play, Darla?" Well, the setting would work for Becket, but that's just a suggestion. Darla says she's just having fun. Angel replies, "Wolfram & Hart didn't bring you back for fun. The dreams, the frame job...What's the big plan, huh? Get me so screwed up I go bad again?" Darla agrees that the plan is "trite, I know, but what do you expect? They're only human." Angel tells her to "embrace that mediocrity," and I think mediocrity might be step up for her, actually. He goes on: "You're talking about your own kind now." Darla insists that she remembers everything they did, and everything they could do. Angel strokes her hair and says, "But the bitch is, you have a soul now." Darla backs away. Angel says that soon the guilt will eat away at her, the same way it eats at him. Darla proposes a solution: "All you have to do is let me give you one little moment of happiness." Angel whispers, "You took me places, showed me things, huh? You blew the top off my head. But you never made me happy." Darla looks hurt. "But that, that cheerleader did? We were together a hundred and fifty years. We shared everything. You're saying never?" Angel tells her that she couldn't understand. Darla, feeling jilted, says that she does: "Guy gets a taste of something fresh and he thinks he's touching God!" Okay, I kind of sympathize with that feeling. Angel denies it, but Darla continues, "There was a time in the early years when you would have said I was the definition of bliss." She sneers, "Buffy wasn't happiness. She was just new." Angel chuckles, "You're getting awfully bent over this, Darla. I couldn't feel that with you because I didn't have a soul. But then I got a second chance. Just like you have." Darla declares Angel to be "a poster child for soulfulness." She embraces him again, and says, "Before you got neutered, you weren't just any vampire. You were a legend. Nobody could keep up with you. Not even me. You don't learn that kind of darkness; it's innate -- it was in you before we ever met." Okay, I like where this is going. Until she goes on to say, "You said you can smell me? Well, I can smell you, too. And my boy is in there, and he wants out!" Before, it was ominous. Now it's just gross.