"He seemed-- quieter, at least." Parker looks bemused. "I didn't really believe it until I saw him singing Manilow. Even if Lorne hadn't confirmed it, that was... not Angelus."

She cocked an eyebrow. "No perfect happiness. And no mojo. I'm going to keep looking for a way to lock that soul in place, so there's no risk. Although even then, I guess he's no more safe than anyone else here at the school. Give him gremlin spit or a good whammying, and you have a six-foot bloodsucking problem." She sighed. "You can't talk John-Boy into getting Wings a single?"