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She can talk to Warren. That is, they both have the power of speech and speak the same language, but the question is, does she want to talk to him?

Because he's getting a cup of coffee.

Anya glances over from her cup of coffee. And smirks. "Warren."

As that is his name, Warren looks in her direction.

"Uh. Hi. What's...up?"

He's not sure how one addresses former vengence demons. He's tempted to call her 'm'am'.

Anya glances upward. "The ceiling. And then the guest rooms. And then the end of the universe."

She looks back at him. "And how have you been? Staying out of trouble?"

He follows her eyes, trying to decifer if she's serious, or making a joke.

He frowns.

"Yes," he insists, testily. He thought he'd gotten over that 'everyone telling him the rules' thing.

Anya grins. "Good to know." She takes a sip of her coffee. "So what have you been up to, then?"

"I have a girlfriend," he declares smugly.

He also was his ex-girlfriend for a little bit, but she doesn't need to know that. Unless...

"You, uh, don't have your...powers still, do you?"

"Yay for you. I do not have a girlfriend. I don't have a boyfriend either."

She takes another drink. Yay for coffee.

"My powers? Nope. Gave them up. Couldn't stomach the job anymore. I was all human when I died."

"Ah."

Dead end then. Also...less of threat. Not that women in general aren't treatening. So still threatening.

"So that's, uh...good. Isn't it?"

"Is what good?"

Anya takes another drink, watching Warren.

"The not having powers or the being dead?"

"Uh...neither when you say it like that."

Anya smirks. "Yeah, dying wasn't a pleasant experience. I'm sure you know what I mean."

He narrows his eyes at her.

"Yeah-huh. It's not."

He knows what she means, but he's not sure what she's getting at.

She's not getting at anything, actually. Just talking. Wee.

Anya nods, taking another drink of her coffee.

"So...girlfriend? She's not a robot, is she?"

"No."

He snorts.

"...She's an alien princess."

Anya blinks. A lot.

"Right."

"She is," Warren insists. "You can ask her."

"I'll... do that then."

Right.

"Who is she?"

"Isabel. Evans. She's, uh, blonde, and gorgeous, and she has, like alien powers, and sometimes she waitresses here. And I'm not making this up."

Anya glances around. "Is she here right now?"

Warren glances as well.

"Yeah, she's serving that guy with the neck...problem... (http://www.livejournal.com/community/milliways_bar/2497828.html)"

Anya glances over. "Oh! That's Adam. Don't worry, you have nothing to worry about if she's your girlfriend. He's a drag queen and very gay."

"Well, I'm not...worried, I mean...why should I be...worried?" He stammers. "Because I'm not. She can, uh, talk...to people. It's fine. ...She loves me."

Anya smiles. "Glad to hear that. How long have you two been together?"

"Um...a little over a month," he mumbles. He expects she'll make fun of that.