If Angel were capable of going pale past the permanent complexion his vampirism blessed him with, he would've been gone ghost white at such a question. What's going to happen to Cordy was something he'd yet to detail to a lot of people. Angel didn't like to talk about it, had trouble even saying her name at times. Though he knew that she had been given a better fate than they had originally assumed - a Higher Being, working directly with the Powers That Be - he still had a lot of issues with how everything had gone down. He'd lost so many people. Doyle, Cordelia, Fred-- God, Fred. This Connor didn't even know about that.

Silently, he hoped Illyria wouldn't make a return appearance. As much as he would admittedly take comfort in seeing the primordial demon again, he didn't want to expose Connor to how bad things got. Yet, he couldn't bring himself to lie to his son. Lying may be almost second nature to the vampire, but lying to his own flesh and blood is something that hardly pleases him.

"That's not something we should talk about here," Angel said quickly, dismissing the topic with a casual wave of his hand. "Let's get out of here first, get you back to the hotel."