"You said you wanted to see your family..."

Angel- Dad trailed off as Connor glared at him. This was a badass glare. He'd been practicing. But it didn't work so well when he was stuck wearing what passed for normal guy's clothes in 1730 so Angel's sister and parents (his aunt. his grandparents. what the hell) wouldn't freak out when they knocked on the door.

"Fucking wish granting demons," Connor grumbled. "It itches."

Dad smirked. "Be glad codpieces went out of fashion."