Location- Manor kitchen<br/>Time- Three p.m.<br/>Players- Oliver and Angel<br/><hr/><br/>Oliver didn't hear Angel enter the room, but his other senses spoke wonders of the woman before she spoke. His sense of smell picked up on the familiar scent of the woman, though it was masked behind other scents that came with more modern times. In any case, it was unmistakable who stood behind him as the coffee bubbled to a finish.<br/><br/>Without raising his head or opening his eyes, Oliver cracked a half smile at the woman's words before retorting with, "Strong? This isn't even strong enough for a child my dear." Slowly lifting his blade with his left hand by the sheath, he slid off the counter before turning around to face his old friend with what amounted to a warm smile from the stoic man. "I thought you were dead. Hell, I think most of the Shades thought you were dead after about a decade. Took me three before I finally gave up looking for you. So you have some nerve greeting me like you've only been gone for a week..." He said with an even tone, keeping his dark eyes locked to the Angel's.<br/><br/>"That said, it is good to see not even a monstrosity can keep you down forever. I've missed you, Angelina," he finally said with a much more cheerful tone, closing the distance on the woman before finally placing his free hand on her shoulder. Even Angel knew he was never one for a hug. Letting out a soft sigh, he finally took notice of the lack of sleeve on her arm, rolling his eyes before giving her a look that could only be described as mischievous. "Why is it I'm always left out of the fun?"