That's progress and he'll take it. "Not in the slightest," he returns easily enough, it's not as if he really tends to be one on purpose. But he's dead and he's pretty sure she is by this point, too, though probably managed to get past Heaven's bullshit to go there, which he also wouldn't have argued was the proper choice.

"Take up more space than is fair? You ain't, I'll tell you that much. What Angel does is his business s'long as he's not actively destroying himself so why would I be bothered by any of it?" Hell, he didn't think they were really anything until he got here to begin with, so it's a moot point in his opinion. "Lemme let you in on a little something, then. Before I got here? Him and I were just fucking morons dancing around the subject given it'd be a bad fucking time for the both of us given everything. I'm long past being possessive over people and I'm not about to start dictating someone's life just because I'm involved in it." He can't help another little sigh, voice a little quieter than before. "And he deserves to have whatever he wants here while he can if things don't go the way we're hoping, without having to worry about someone fucking it all up because he's seen like property."