“Because I’m not Darla, who wanted you enough to TURN you. I’m not Dru, who you literally created to worship you. I’m not Buffy, mooning after you like a school girl. I don’t like you in spite of myself like Kate did, I don’t combine lust with a desire to hurt you like Lilah. And I don’t have the big hero-worship like Fred.” She bit her lip, as if she was trying to decide whether she would continue or not. “Because with me, you’re not some drunken Irish boy, not Angelus, not my first love, not my enemy, and not my savior. With me, you’re just you. Angel.