Eddie snorts at the mental image of Cecil in full swing, talking a mile a minute while Angel placidly stares at him and 'mm-hms' at intervals.

"He's quiet," Eddie affirms, "and still. Moving, talking... it comes easy to us, but it takes effort for him. I think he's just... willing to let others take the lead in conversation, most times."

Eddie gives Cecil a small smile, and says firmly, "I'd know. And I think it's all fine between you two, on his side."