He always found a way to make his misadventures sound awesome. He was quite the story teller, namely after a few rounds. "I'm no hero, I'm the side kick. Diggin' out bullets and drivin' round to chop shops doesn't make one a hero. Though it was me fault we ended up with the detective agency. I lied to Delia to try and impress her by sayin' Angel was gonna do so and so it just kind of happened." He had been glad that day when Angel rolled with it. "I'm sadly known for runnin' love." He admitted a bit of a embarrassed look. "I was three sheets to the wind the day we met, enough whiskey will make any Irishman itch to spill blood. Why do you think I keep a flask o' liquid courage in me jacket at all times?"

He kissed her back before he pulled back a bit to respond. "Maybe it's true but I can deny it all I please." he spoke laying the brogue on thicker.