doyle couldn't help but allow a small smile to stretch his lips at cordelia's confident words. he would never get tired of hearing her speak so highly of herself — she deserved it, after all. he nodded once, ❛ right, how could i, queen cordelia ❜ he replied, still smiling. he enjoyed every second he spent with her. she was this light in his life that brought hope that things could get better for him after his bitter divorce and seemingly never-ending loneliness. before cordelia, and even angel, things felt so grim for him. he couldn't be more grateful to have friends such as themselves. he felt his life had finally gotten purpose, and a part of that was thanks to cordelia. she gave him a reason to be a better man. as they sat on the office couch, he couldn't stop staring at her. his eyes stayed glued on her presence; memorizing every crinkle her nose would make and every sparkle that glistened in her eyes as she smiled. in doyle's eyes, cordelia was simply perfect. he couldn't help the blush that heated up his cheeks at her subtle compliment, averting his gaze briefly in a coy manner. ❛ yer sweet ... a bad liar but yer sweet, cordy ❜ he tells her, chuckling. his eyes rounded when she begins to explain what a hellmouth was, and it was worse than he could've imagined, apparently. he lets out a 'phew' when she finishes, ❛ school library, aye? seems specific. m' assumin' you've seen this sucker open up right in front of ye? ❜ he asked with raised brows. he wasn't surprised cordelia had survived something so dangerous; she was the strongest woman he's ever met. he looks down at the hand she places on his arm, feeling his stomach drop even though it was the smallest of affections. he took whatever he could get from her. ❛ i don't think yer givin' them enough credit, princess. 'sides, wouldn't i have had a vision tellin' me if things were in danger between em'? you gotta trust our hero in black a little more. ❜