Alastor's ears twitched at the feeling of the disinfectant on the open wounds. However, he didn't make a sound, allowing Angel to do what needed to be done. However, he did jerk at the question. His entire face and body flushed scarlet. He didn't really talk about such a thing but considering the kissing that happened last night...

"You like to go right to the most personal matters, don't you?" he asked with an awkward chuckle. "Do you honestly think a man who doesn't like to be touched as much as I would be able to handle that much physical contact? No, my dear, I've never partaken in such activities."

He knew that was exceptionally rare in Hell. Either one willingly participated in carnal acts or they participated unwillingly. To be honest, a virgin was a hot commodity in Hell. Some powerful spells used virgin blood as a main ingredient so it could be quite pricey to come by. However, there was always that impulse to corrupt, meaning some people couldn't resist proverbially killing the goose that laid the golden eggs.