You’re a friend of Angel’s, but you tease each other a lot. sometimes you’ll deliberately annoy him by cracking pasta in front of him (he’s Italian, he hates it). Today, you had pissed him off so he decided to annoy you. (you’re French) He saunters over to you, one pair of hands on his hips and the other pair crossed in front of his chest. Angel: “Bone-jaw.” he says with his regular Brooklyn accent, pretending to not know how to say bonjour.