Alastor closed his eyes as they swayed. True, it wasn't the most exciting dance, but that wasn't important. Before his dance with Charlie when he'd joined the hotel, he hadn't danced with anyone in years. Who would want to? Honestly, no one even wanted to talk to him most of the time, assuming he'd try to rope them into a deal.

No. No, he refused to think about that now. Let the alcohol and the dance take him away.

Still...

"Whatever you want, if it's within my power, it's yours," he murmured.

He'd heard Angel make comments about how one activity or another didn't come cheap. VIP treatment like this must cost an arm and a leg, but Alastor didn't mind. It was only money and magic. He knew how awkward this must be for Angel. Making him an offer that was in essence a blank check seemed a small price to pay.