When You Are Tired of London, Part Six--Continued

“And that,” said Patrick, “Is where he can never be confused for you.”

Patrick rose and wandered over to a painting of various orange circles on a purple background.

“Not much emotional resonance in this, is there?” asked Patrick. “Not much feeling.”

“No,” said Giles, “There really isn’t. Just so much color contrast meant to catch the eye. There’s no depth to it.”

Patrick smiled and looked surprised when he turned toward Giles.

“Why, James,” said Patrick. “I see you’ve picked up a thing or two about art.”

“What?” said Giles, confused. “Patrick, it’s me.”

“Yes, I know. You who’ve never shown even the slightest interest in painting before. I knew you’d get something from these outings eventually. Come, let’s grab some lunch.”

Patrick began to walk toward the door, and Giles, bewildered, followed after him.

Very nice Victor. I really want to see where this all ends up.

A few minor edit suggestions:

“Very pleased to meet you, Ms. Summers, although why a beautiful young woman like you is wasting her you parading around with this old man, is beyond me.”

Wasting her time parading?

You also have 2 unneeded quotation marks.

And with that, Buffy left.”

Giles, bewildered, followed after him.”

Hmmmm, she said. Intriguing. Loving the last bit, Patrick "confusing"? Giles with James.

You've got a few stray quotation marks, after And with that, Buffy left." and the last line, Giles, bewildered, followed after him."

Also loving the "said all his friends were roustabouts."

"Gadabouts."

Echoes the "what's a stevedore?" line.

More, please, sir!

erika, keep it coming. Angelus with his vivid new cruelties....dayum.

Victor, this is beyond fun.

“Hmm,” said a voice from behind them. “Makes you long for the days when art meant something, doesn’t it? When form and expression could touch some deep recess of the soul.”

Oh, that's such perfect Patrick. I could hear that wonderful purr of a voice when I read it.

melts.

More please.

So, victor, you should totally put ASH's MI-5 character in there too ...

Okay, fine, maybe I'm just living in wishful-land.

It's great, though.

Yay, Victor. Very excellent and funny. As for mine, the home stretch.
Pembleton watched Angelus with the blood bag. With his youthful appearance, you could almost think of him as a bicyclist with a superconcentrated juice box, if you didn't look too closely.
"Do you know what it's like to live forever?" Angelus asked.

"No, in my line of work it's the other extreme that preoccupies. Stolen lives." Frank said.

"What if I told you I thought they were lucky?"

"Frank, I can't believe...how could he?" Bayliss stammered. Frank took in the rare spectacle of his partner at a loss for words and decided something else must have happened between him and the suspect besides the death of a young and pretty vic. But Bayliss took the pretty ones hard. Surely, in Bayliss World, even the murderers were chivalrous, and only killed people with nothing left to lose and big hairy warts on their noses. And even then, only just enough, so they never had to work Christmas.

"A lot of what you call respect for life is only in response to limited quantities. I've done everything I expected, and a few things you gentlemen would find unprintable. It doesn't mean anything, anymore." -more-

Erika, I've really been loving your crossover. Because the voices are so true, it keeps reminding me that I miss H:LOTS a lot. Buffy to For that matter.

"So killing Jenny was a response to an existential crisis? Why not just write bad poetry like my friend here? Tim was quite the Shakespeare in high school, but he never wrote in blood."

"Um, I told you that in confidence, Frank." Bayliss said, blushing. He was the oldest person Frank had ever seen that could still blush. Especially in this job.

"Who's he telling Tim? He's about to have bigger problems where he's going."

"No, no, you don't understand. I had no more concept of meaning than an alley cat before my resouling. Even as a human, it was enough to eat, drink, have sex, and steal to survive. Thinking about deeper meanings almost drove me mad."

"So, that's why you killed Jenny. To stop another resouling."

"I halfway thought she'd get away. She put up a good fight." Angelus said.

"So to make it really fair, you snapped her neck. Say it. Say 'I came up behind her in the hallway, and snapped her neck with my superior strength." Tim said. "Then, I put her body in her upstanding boyfriend's bedroom."

Suddenly someone knocked on the door of the Box. Giardello, about three hours early, and none too amused. "Frank? Shakespeare(the faintest ripple of amusement showed here) this interrogation is over."

"Over?" Frank said. " Gee, what's this all about?'
"I've just gotten off the phone with an awful man named Quentin Travers. Who it must be noted, has more of a feel for international incidents than time differences. But he thinks he and his 'Watcher's Council' have jurisdiction over all supernatural crime. And he wants Angelus in England by Tuesday."I'm appealing, but it means I must forbid you to have any further contact with the suspect today. Sorry."
"Forbid me? Nobody's forbid me to do anything since I was seventeen."

"Call it something else, if it makes you feel better, but the end result is the same. Are we clear?"