He couldn't blame her, but he had to try something.
"When I was human..."
No telling her about spending time picknicking in the woods wouldn't help him. Sitting high on a hill overlooking a city, terrible idea. Suddenly everything he could think of was condemning.
"...well, um, I really enjoyed dancing. Usually. Some partners were not as skilled as others, some were too distracted to live up to their potential. And my mother was so pushy I could hardly stand to the side to catch my breath, and enjoy the candle light in the room sparkling off the silver threads and precious jewelry pieces. No I had to keep dancing and dancing. And now there is no one to dance with because I can not go to the great halls and hear the music echoing from the rafters. I cannot touch anyone even in the smallest most common way, and that is what I miss the most. The welcome."
He decided that was enough for now, even if it didn't do him any good with Angel. Remembering any more wouldn't help him either.