The staring isn't exactly comforting, but he's growing used to it. Of course she's staring, even though there's hardly anything different to be scene beyond the glamour's faux vampire visage. The sun/moon situation in hell meant that he was still as pale as ever, the sun's rays affected by the presence of the moon, and most of his battle scars have faded thanks to the magic he used upon himself.

Magic that he was about to use on Dawn.

"That should do it." He holds the vile steady between his knees while he reaches for a strip of gauze, urging her fingers to open so he can press it against the slash across her palm. "I'll let you know if I need more."

He shouldn't, though. Instructions are easy to follow and Angel's gotten really good at following magical instructions these past few months. As long as he follows them to a T, this spell should go off without a hitch.

Angel caps the vile and adds it to the pile of things he needs in order to pull this binding spell off.