The vampire rubbed his forehead. "All right, so you've got a curse that turns you into a guy, and the Watcher's Council, who probably raised you, doesn't know about it." He rolled his eyes. "I'm serious, I want the truth. If you're a threat to Buffy..." He started, a low growl starting in the base of his throat.
"Into a girl, actually," Ranko muttered, so softly that Angel almost missed it.
"What?" He asked, deadpan.
"I turn into a girl, I'm really a guy," the redhead repeated, this time with more clarification, "and I only found out about the whole Slayer thing when Mom showed up and recruited me for it a little over three months ago."
"Okay," Angel said. "That's either the truth, or you're a much better liar than I thought you were," he conceded, "but then it's really easy to look like you're bad at lying."
"Yeah, so of course I'd come in and make myself real obvious to the only group of demon hunters in the region if I were a demon," Ranko snorted.
"Worked for me,"Angel replied with a shrug. At Ranko's level look, he quickly amended, "Not that I plan on doing anything about it."
"Okay," Ranko sighed. "So we both got reasons not ta trust each other now, huh?"
Angel nodded.
"How about we go back to watching each other suspiciously 'n call it a night?" the martial artist suggested, perfectly used to that relationship due to years of living with her father, and later Mousse and Ryoga.
The pale skinned man's mouth quirked into a disbelieving half-grin. "You're not serious, are you?"
"What, I let a vampire run around loose, you deal with a Slayer who's actually a guy. Seems fair to me," Ranko replied.