Angel had been reading when Dorian entered the room and was given a look acknowledgement before turning back to his book. When Dorian sits down, Angel slowly looks over at him, one eyebrow arching at the greeting.

"What are you doing, Dorian?" Straight to the point today. He was used to getting hit on now and then, but men were usually not this... forward with themselves. He also figured Dorian didn't swing that way, but he's been wrong before.