They prepared their cups and sipped, Angel uncomfortably and with ill grace.  After a few sips, Malasha chuckled.  "Out with it, then, Wesley.  Angel looks as if he is about to hatch something."<br/><br/>Wesley blinked, suppressing a smile, and nodded.  "Angel's had a...relapse.  Not his fault, it was essential to a mission, and to save the life of a police officer by making other demons believe she was dead.  But he's taken human blood and he needs...something to take the edge off his bloodlust."<br/><br/>Angel squirmed uncomfortably, as if he'd have been happier doing a striptease in Dante's than having to sit there while Wesley described his problem.