Even if he had wanted to, which he didn't.
She'd just annoy him.
She was still sobbing with that whiny long crying of hers that...
He stopped himself from just pushing his head through the door, tempting as it might have been.
"Are you alright."
Sure, whatever. Not like he cared or anything.
"They're mean to me."
She said the words with pain ringing with every syllable.
No need to ask who, could be anyone, Angel, whatever other toadies Angel had at this huge honking castle of his. She started sobbing again.
He barely squenched the urge to offer her a handkerchief, not that he could have.
"Bite them." he spat out.
"Do it for me?"
If only he could.