Oh someone was back in high spirits. Seeing Alastor act closer to normal reassured the spider that he was feeling worlds better than the day before. Sitting up himself, he pulled the covers off so the radio demon could get a proper eyeful of his little ensemble he put on just for him. It had shifted a bit as the pair slept so as Angel stood up, he had to readjust the skirt that was riding up to flash a bit of black lace.

"What? I told ya I was coming back to check up on you. Did you forget?" Angel conveniently left out that Niffty let him in, but Alastor could probably guess. Turning around, Angel clicked his tongue looking down at the food he brought. It was all painfully cold by now. "Shit, sorry Al. I wanted to surprise you with breakfast in bed but all the food I made is stone cold now."