Angel: Miss me?
Lilah: Only in the sense of ... no.
Angel: How's it going Lilah? Still knocking 'em dead at Wolfram & Hart?
Lilah: You could say that.
Angel: I wasn't sure, what with all the charity work you seem to be doing down here.
Lilah: You know I was just telling someone how deeply I care for the homeless. Let him off pretty easy, didn't you?
Angel: The kid messed up. He knows he messed up.
Lilah: Oh God, the return of the moral high ground. This is that "guilt is it's own punishment" thing, isn't it?
Angel: Kind of my specialty.
Lilah: Whatever. I don't get it. Lemme guess, you're just gonna bird-dog the kid til he gets weepy and pulls a prodigal.
Angel: I'm not here for him Lilah ... I'm here for you. Earlier tonight, the Axis of Pythia was stolen from Chandler's Auction House.
Lilah: Black Market. Upscale.
Angel: Thief was too. What you might call "specialized." The kind only people like your clients can afford.
Lilah: And you want the name of the buyer. Look, Angel. I know you've been out of the loop for a while, but I'm still evil. I don't do errands unless they're... evil errands.
Angel: I think you'll run this one.
Lilah: Why? What's in it for me?
Angel: Just this once, I'll ignore the fact that you're within fifty yards of my son. (leans in & whispers) Just this once.
Lilah: So much for moral high ground, huh? It's interesting - you coming to me for help.
Angel: What I find interesting? The fact that I can smell you and Wesley all over each other. Start making calls. You've got an hour.