The door opened.  "Ah, Wesley.  And I see you've brought Angel.  Must be inconvenient, wrapped in a blanket like that.  Come inside."  Malasha's voice was cool, and professional.  Almost icy when she said the word 'Angel'.<br/><br/>The door closed, and there was a vague stench of something burning, even over the heavy smell of the herbs.<br/><br/>A polite English voice spoke, almost apologetically.  "Yes, Malasha.  My apologies for not calling ahead of time.  It's urgent.  Very urgent."<br/><br/>Malasha sighed.  "I'll get some teacups.  You two might as well have some tea while we talk."<br/><br/>A strong masculine male voice, with odd undertones, spoke up.  "I really don't..."  It cut off.  "I'd be glad to take some tea, thank you."<br/><br/>There were heavy footsteps as Malasha walked to the kitchen.  From where Raven was, she could peek through a peephole in the door and look into the living room if she chose to.