[Angel frowns, thoughtfully, then shrugs, waving one of his hands in a "so-so" motion.] Little bitty bit, yeah. Long as she ain't an angel. [So he'll lope along, taking one step for every three of Louis's.] Promise there's decent liquor there too?

Deerington, huh? [He looks around, then shrugs.] Cute. Very postcard.