"Sorry," Cordelia offered sheepishly when he took her hands. What was wrong with her? Too much wine clouding her senses, maybe? Oops.

But then, to say that she was surprised that he was the one leading her to the dance floor would have been a giant understatement. Not that she was protesting - she had been thinking of ways to lure Angel to dance with her, and Mandy was her most creative excuse, by far.

When he spoke, all she could do was gape at him until he finished. "Really?" Cordelia squeaked, but it was more the principle of the thing. "Because, not that I want to hide this either, but, it's just--kind of nerve-wracking, to be honest."