Malasha turned to Angel.  "So, Angel, I need to know the problem, *exactly*, if I'm to help you.  Is the bloodlust giving you nightmares?"<br/><br/>Angel growled.  "No.  Not exactly.  They're not nightmares if you enjoy them."  He clenched his jaw.  "I liked it, ok?  I can't stop thinking about it, I want to go right back out and do it, soul or no soul.  So I have to have some help here.  I can't do twenty years on ratblood again."<br/><br/>Malasha nodded.  "I can brew something up.  But it'll take a few hours."<br/><br/>"We can wait," Angel said, hastily.<br/><br/>She sighed.  "And have the two of you underfoot?  No.  I'll take you to my sewer entrance, you can go to the demon restaurant across the street and wait there."  She stood up and the two of them followed her out.