Dammit.

[rogue_lawyer]

Angel's no longer the Scourge of third grade, if anyone cares. I'm coming home now. You better not be out of bed, Watcher-boy.

Five years of skillfully avoiding blackmail material and now this? Perfect.

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[watcher_pryce]

Ah. Good to know, I suppose. I'm on the bed, does that count?

When you get home, we...need to talk.

[rogue_lawyer]

I guess. Can we turn him back now, please? *smile* Yeah, yeah... so long as you're not bouncing, it counts.

Well, that was ominous. Am I in trouble? I don't think I've done anything lecture-worthy lately... Have I?

[watcher_pryce]

Why? Bouncing? On the bed?! Are you-- Good lord, that really didn't come out right.

What? No! You're not in any trouble. It's just...well, errr. Uhm. Cordy and I just need to-to talk to you. Rather delicate matter.

[rogue_lawyer]

He's much more tolerable when he's under six-foot. Heh. Dirty-minded British guy. I meant it in a perfectly innocent sense. ;-)

Well, that's good. And it can't be much more delicate than our last 'delicate matter' talk, Wes. I'm pretty shock-proof these days.