Angel glanced back at him a little confused now that he noticed his posturing. It was irritating, and on another level, that feeling made him ashamed of himself. He could only guess how the fox was treated but now he's been tossed in his lap to take care of. Work, dealing with missing everything Manny had going on and trying his best not to think of Celia curling her arms around him in a warm hug whenever she knew he was stressing was... stressful.  He wanted to simply go into the music room and play until his hands were stiff and tired.<br/><br/>He motion for him to follow out to the kitchen, where he pulled plates down to eat. He portioned out two pieces for each of them and settled on a bar stool across from the second plate. He waited for the other to sit down next to him wondering if he actually would he seemed so skittish. he determined in his mind he would probably cook dinner for all of them if he got home in time.  It has been a while since the dining room table was actually used for more than sorting piles of music scores.  He loved to cook for Celia and Manny...<br/><br/>With Ein in only shorts, Angel loosened the top three buttons of his shirt and slipped off his tie, longing to be a little more comfortable, there was no way he'd strut around in just short. he was too particular about who he showed his body to and this fox was no Celia. Angel felt ashamed to expose his average body in the same room as the well toned masterpiece. he stared for a moment, then looked away, busying himself with his plate.   "Come on. Have something to eat.  I'm sure you should have... some questions by now?  Maybe tell me what you are capable of?  Taking care of Manny is mostly mornings and after school, so between then maybe you could tell me what you did for my brother and probably do the same here.. I mean... so long as it's... legal."