I wouldn't be asking if I wasn't.

[For a moment, Angela looks away from him. Her head is turned towards the wall, but she reaches up without looking and strokes the side of his face with a finger. The moment passes and she's staring Angel down, a warm smile playing on her lips.]

Consider it a fair trade. You do what gets me off, I do what gets you off. But go a little lower so I can cover it up with a scarf.