She was anxious. It wasn't even Angelo reading her body language, really. It was simply reading the situation. How could she not be anxious? It was being presented with a decision that would shape her entire future, and then being told that she couldn't just sit around not deciding.

"Honestly," Angelo muttered, "I was kind of hoping you had a map of how everyone is connected. Like, Troy is a cousin, I think? And I thought it was Caelin Rosales, but legally her name is actually Caelin Rhodes, and like half of the kids have double barreled last names like 'Everglow-Rosales'. It's a lot to remember and honestly I'm worried I'm going to upset someone by forgetting that it's Annie, not Anthia." He was a fair bit more relaxed, the worst of the grilling seemingly over, and Angelo scratched absentmindedly at his cheek.

"I guess the best thing to ask would be... what do you think I should know? Because everyone's got secrets, but everyone's also got stuff I should know, like the fact that Caelin apparently melts people if you touch her skin. Things that are best told in advance, so I can avoid upsetting anyone."

Angelo definitely needed it all written down. He knew some of it--He'd met a few Rosales kids back when Klaus was still around--but other parts were totally new. He hadn't even known that Troy existed before he'd shown up in the mansion.

"No, what you've said is good," Angelo said, waving off her offer of power generalities. "I've met enough demons of varying kinds to get a pretty general idea of what sort of things I might run into. Either way I'm not really concerned about that. Mostly I was worried about stuff that might come up--Like, so and so has an aura, so and so's every word is a lie... all that stuff. Like, good example--I'm immune to aura stuff and anything that you aren't shooting through the air at me like a missile as far as powers go. Means I'm immune to stuff like Klaus's aura... but also means I'm immune to things like people laying on hands to heal me. That sort of thing."

"I actually sort of knew Caterina before this, which is... helpful, at least. It's good to have at least one other adult around the house. I think I'd probably drown if it was just me and... ten-or-more under-18s."

The house was a whole other mess, wasn't it?

"Difficult. You'd expect with the budget I've got, I'd have no issues finding a house. The thing is, there's just not that many houses around meant to hold so many people. In the end, I think a few of the kids are going to have to double up. Having said that... I think it might be better for them in the long run. Something familiar in a lot of unfamiliarity. And living in a house that's a bit more modest and a bit less of a mansion might help things as well. A bit more... together, and less spread out."

And a bit more down to earth.

"The help would be appreciated, if you are willing to offer. I feel like I'd be overwhelmed if it was just two kids, and learning all the stuff... and learning all the stuff to do with kids is a mess. Paperwork to get them legally adopted so decisions go through me and don't try and go through Klaus. Making sure the school knows who to call. And that's just the obvious stuff. There's like a million things that need to get done I didn't even consider. Getting the house, making sure it's furnished, figuring out how to do meals with so many kids..."

And like twenty other things.

"I shouldn't be dumping this stuff on you though."

Oops. A bit too late Angelo realized he'd forgotten his sandwich, glancing down at it before letting out a sigh and picking it up, starting to eat while she talked.

"Honestly it's kind of hard to figure out what to say. What's relevant and what isn't. I'm immune to auras more or less completely, which is nice. I can turn myself invisible. I'm a half-reaper, like Shay, but our powers came out differently. I'm a cop, you already know my background, uhh...."

He was sure there was something, right?

"Uh... I'm sort of babysitting a twenty six year old man? His name is Lorenzo, I live with him. I guess he'll be moving in with us, although if I have my way I'm going to shove them into a pool house or something. He's annoying but harmless."

Worth mentioning that, he supposed.

Angelo couldn't help but snort, amused by her reaction. He supposed it made sense--the idea of babysitting a grown man was ridiculous--but that didn't stop him from being amusing.

"It's a long story," Angelo said. "Basically, he was a spoiled mafia brat who never had to take care of himself, and his dad wants me to keep an eye on him to make sure he doesn't screw himself over completely. He didn't have any sort of ability to function day to day, didn't know how to clean after himself, or cook, or any of that stuff... So I'm keeping an eye on him."

Angelo paused, suddenly aware that he probably shouldn't have said so much.

"That's between you and me though," Angelo said. "He'd probably get annoyed if he knew I'd called him a brat. And he's getting better--definitely better--now that he has to take responsibility for himself."