C/A spice: Medium - Innuendo
When Cordy has a vision, Angel *always* jumps up and catches her, even when he's too tired to get a cup of tea that's on table right in front of him. Then he's all caring...
Angel: (to Cordy) Are you all right? Don't you want to sit down?
"You're so weird lately." Cordy says to Angel.
She's knows Angel the best, so she's the first one to notice something unusual with Angel. At least, the first to say something about it.
Cordy is at the computer. Angel moves up behind her. Rather close. Leans down over he shoulder. She thinks he's looking at the file she's entering.
Cor: See his file?
Angel is smelling her hair.
Cor: He has Visa, MasterCard and a problem - he's our target audience. But if you want to be rude, I guess it's your shop... Angel?
Angel is now running his fingers through her hair and leaning his head to touch with her on to smell her hair.
Cor: What are you...? You're kind of in my personal bubble - PERSONAL BUBBLE!
Angel is a little lost in his own world, but obviously there is something about Cordy that ATTRACTS him get near her...
Wes: It's a tranquilizer gun.
Cor: You mean if Angel really goes off his rocker like he's done before...
Wes: We'll have to restrain him.
Cor: I'll get my chains.
This doesn't exactly qualify as a C/A moment, but a thought of Angel in Cordy's chains.... I have dirty, dirty mind. Bad, BAD Dianna :-P
Cordy would never betray Angel to the cops, even if she thinks he's acting crazy.
Wes: We made you some tea.
Cor: It's on the table right there in front of you.
Angel: Table... seems... far.
Cor: Ahhh, you must be all worn out from sleeping for the last three days.
Cor: (to Wes) It's like living with the world's oldest teenager - he can't be having a growth spurt at two hundred and forty-eight, can he?
Angel: Hey, I'm only two hundred and forty-seven.
Cor: Right, guilt. Who loves guilt like you love guilt? You know what you need? You need to go to work. We just got an exciting new case: could be aliens, could be adultery. It's a corker!
Cor: We didn't see you all day, we were just wondering if, you know, everything was...
Angel: I didn't go bad, Cordelia.
Cor: I was never worried about that, boss. (She quickly stuffs the tranquilizer gun, which she's been holding behind her back, into Wesley's hands.)
Cor: Of course Mr. Fussy Pants here always imagines the worst.