Kisheto raised an eyebrow as the woman got up angrily. It may have been the marijuanna, or the continuing effects of the alcohol, but when he looked at her, time seemed to freeze. His words became blurs in his mind as all he could focus on was her face, angry as it was. "Wow..." he said softly, lost in his trance, "Are you an angel?" While anyone else would have come off as flirty, and even corny, Kisheto's genuinely appalled expression gave away the sincerity of his question. He was obviously in some sort of trance, and he couldn't take his eyes off the woman's, despite the anger she felt for him. Kisheto simply smiled as she finished speaking; he looked to her like a child looking at his favorite super hero. "Hey, you talk funny, too!" He said warmly, not realizing the offense he may have generated. "You'd probably look a loooot better if you weren't so mad, though...." He said with a chuckle before turning back to face the bar.