"You hardly seem so unloveable. Spike loves you, does he not? I rather think you're quite delightful. Peculiar, I suppose, but -- but who isn't? And you have such beautiful dresses." He didn't like to see any girl look so crushed over a man, especially not one like Drusilla, broken and almost proud of it. "I'm not sure I do wish to learn what you know. How about we simply have tea and see where it takes us?"
"If you want." Drusilla wasn't here to press an advantage, after all. If nothing else, she doubted Angel would be very happy if she did. Although perhaps he would deserve that, given what he'd done to Spike, however unknowingly. She pushed those thoughts and feelings back, instead focusing on Angel.
"Have you ever kissed someone?" She had reason to ask. "Only, I heard some girls talk about it."
"Yes." Not well. At all. Not that he'd admit to that. He just focused on making tea, earl grey and a hint of lemon. Just a nicer kind of thing for such an odd conversation. He offered a cup out to her and then went over, sitting on his own bed and eyeing her cautiously, unsure how to react. She was often very ... forward.
"What were the girls say?" Oh God. "Anything-- anything bad?"
"Nothing good," Drusilla offered, not wanting to hurt his feelings, but not really one to lie either. She took a sip from her tea and smiled at him over the rim of the cup. "You are much better at making tea. Thank you very much."
There she was, perfectly normal. Well. "I can let the girls know that they are wrong about you."
"Oh." Well. That did suck but what did he expect? He wasn't hoping to have much luck with the ladies, he was hoping to survive social situations and live freely away from his parents, not find a happily ever after. He offered Drusilla a small, sad smile. It was nice that she wanted to lie for him, he supposed.
"It's quite all right, you don't have to. I can live with being a good tea maker." Ladies like that too, right? "You're sweet to offer."
"I can teach you quite well. Girls do it all the time." Drusilla's smile never fell, until she took another sip of tea. He really was an excellent tea maker, but she wasn't delusional enough to assume that would be a big hit with anyone but a very small and select group. "There is nothing to it. Won't you let me?"
"Kiss ... kiss me? Oh. Oh, no! No, you have a boyfriend! I wouldn't ever wish to get involved in such a thing. I don't fare well in fights." He could fence and that was where all his combat abilities lied. And even then, he wasn't exactly a master at it. "You're a-a very pretty girl but I don't wish to get bashed up by Spike. He'd already trashed enough of my things."
"He wouldn't do that. He will just pout for a while when he finds out and then I get to kiss him. All is well." She clapped her hands to showcase how easily all would be made well in that area. "Besides, he is with Angel right now. They are being stupid boys, but if they were less stupid, they would be naughty instead. So why can't I help you? I like to help."
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"Have you ever kissed someone?" She had reason to ask. "Only, I heard some girls talk about it."
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"What were the girls say?" Oh God. "Anything-- anything bad?"
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There she was, perfectly normal. Well. "I can let the girls know that they are wrong about you."
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"It's quite all right, you don't have to. I can live with being a good tea maker." Ladies like that too, right? "You're sweet to offer."
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