Angel would quickly discover that Alastor's hair was sinfully soft. He was the only person in ages to take such liberties with the Radio Demon, the alcohol making Alastor a lot less touch-averse.

Alastor looked up at the spider. "The off--hic!--offer won't be going anywhere anytime anywhen soon." He giggled at his own almost-nonsensical sentence, body twitching against Angel's with another, larger hiccup.

Somehow, Angel's hand brushed the base of one of his fluffy ears. The sensation rolled down and back up his spine, prompting him to close his eyes and moan in bliss.

"Do that again..."