Angel shook his head, dismissing the apparent value to him Albedo had placed on the notebook. It wasn't that he hadn't expected Albedo to be react like that, but it was still. Different, he supposed, for something that he knew most people wouldn't consider more than a nice bonus. It struck him that Albedo didn't seem to expect much from people which...

Angel supposed he used to feel that way, too. Before Sunnydale.

"It's not—I draw a lot," he replied, somewhat lamely, but it was true. "You look like you could use it more."