When he was in Sunnydale, he had the magical knowledge, but not so much the experience or the ability to wield it properly. Magic was a fine art, and one that often didn't get along with the evil-inclined demon within. A vampire could cast spells, but not with the efficiency of a human's hand. There was something about being literally dead inside that didn't spin the spells quite as well as a lively touch.
Now that he was human, the knowledge became experience with all the casting he's done from behind the walls of the crumbling Wolfram & Hart building he'd been bound to before someone got it into their head to demolish it. He would've come back with more resources than he did if that hadn't been the case, for the firm's collection of magical artifacts and resources was impressive, to say the last. And, quite frankly, the only reason he was still alive after he leapt from the top of a skyscraper without realizing he was human.
It wasn't his best moment. Nor were the subsequent months he spent healing. At least his side was scaring nicely, now, thanks to Buffy's quick stitching in lieu of his usual magic tricks.
"About a vile's worth, for starters. I think I have one somewhere..."
Angel turns away from her to dig through one of the bags full of stuff he and Faith brought back from Hell on Earth. He pulls one out, uncorks it, and hands her one of the daggers he grabbed out of the weapons cabinet in the lobby of the hotel — his hotel.
"Do you... or should I?" Tap the vein. Cut her. He doesn't want to assume she'd be okay with him doing that for her, even though they both know that he has the precision of a doctor with his background in the refined art of torture.
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Now that he was human, the knowledge became experience with all the casting he's done from behind the walls of the crumbling Wolfram & Hart building he'd been bound to before someone got it into their head to demolish it. He would've come back with more resources than he did if that hadn't been the case, for the firm's collection of magical artifacts and resources was impressive, to say the last. And, quite frankly, the only reason he was still alive after he leapt from the top of a skyscraper without realizing he was human.
It wasn't his best moment. Nor were the subsequent months he spent healing. At least his side was scaring nicely, now, thanks to Buffy's quick stitching in lieu of his usual magic tricks.
"About a vile's worth, for starters. I think I have one somewhere..."
Angel turns away from her to dig through one of the bags full of stuff he and Faith brought back from Hell on Earth. He pulls one out, uncorks it, and hands her one of the daggers he grabbed out of the weapons cabinet in the lobby of the hotel — his hotel.
"Do you... or should I?" Tap the vein. Cut her. He doesn't want to assume she'd be okay with him doing that for her, even though they both know that he has the precision of a doctor with his background in the refined art of torture.