Anzu puts his other hand over Angel's, gratefully. "I suppose if one has to die permanently, prematurely, this is, ah, not no bad place to end up in."

Then he pauses, thoughtfully, and says, "she's thy goddess, nu?"

Certainly, by his expression, what Angel said has mollified him. But even if, with Sally's help, he's only had to stop taking amphetamine salts for legitimate disasters, his mind still sometimes leapfrogs over five entire steps of a conversation without even enquiring if the other party's keeping up.

"I've, ah. Nu, darling. I've had a mind to speak to her for some time."