LORNE: Oh, give it to me, sweetness. Right there.

ANGEL: Here you go. How's your head?

LORNE: Smashing. Listen, I know I've been a wee bit jumpy the last couple of days, but did I hear a scream?

ANGEL: Oh, it's just Fred. I think it's a Texas thing.

LORNE: Hmm. (starts to eat) Mmm. Well it's all too much sturm und drang for my appetite: Cordelia shacking up with your hell-spawn—no offense. And the hole between my horns—

ANGEL: And you're probably a little on edge because of the whole Slouching Toward Bethlehem thing...

LORNE: No.

ANGEL: No? That's good because uh...

LORNE: (laughs) Sorry. I jumped ahead. That no was the one that comes after you asking me to read Cordy again.

ANGEL: I wasn't— gonna ask you that immediately. I was gonna build up to it subtly.

LORNE: I appreciate that, sugar pie, really. But the answer's no. I'm not a champion. I'm just a regular old karaoke-singing empath demon.

ANGEL: You saw something. If we knew what it was—

LORNE: Then Wolfram and Hart would come after me again. And maybe they wouldn't stop with a little gray matter.

ANGEL: I'm listening.

LORNE: Hey, death just doesn't look good on me. I wish I could tell you what was coming and when, but— (notices Angel listening intently at the door) When you say listening, you don't mean to me. You heard something, didn't you?

ANGEL: It's probably just Fred.

LORNE: (picks up an ax, but stays in bed) I got your back.

• Angel & Lorne (the Host)

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