[Perhaps that's fair. His brow furrows and jaw tightens as the balance of their conviction shifts, and he half glances away.]

Saps. Yes, you are.

[And there had once been a time when he could have dismissed that. But he no longer even tries.]

If I can't be around you without endangering you, then that is all there is to it. I've told Angel - if the need was physical, if it could be sated by feeding - maybe. But it isn't. So feeding won't resolve it. That's why I need another answer. [He half-gestures at his broken nose.] I told them to do that. The smell was driving me mad.