"You smashed Angel's car into some gates? Oh lord, this is a story I have to hear. How much did you drink that night and who was chasing you?" She couldn't help but tease him. There was the chance that it was done for some greater purpose, knowing how Doyle cared about Angel and anything to do with him. But she did enjoy giving him a playful jab every now and then.

"I know you do. It's not like I don't have a type either. They are usually brawlers with a poetic heart underneath."