Angel came back to the hotel after work, a bit mad. He stormed through the doors, just to see you sitting at the bar with your emotionless expression. He walked up to you, and basically started a one sided argument.

“When an emotionless wind up doll like you starts being sympathetic I’m doomed!” Angel shouted, pointing at you.

“I’m not a doll..” You responded, flatly.

“You are! You’d do anything you’re order to don’t you?! You’d kill yourself if one of us told you to!” He snapped.