"That is none of your -- !" He paused, flushing. "Well, I suppose it is your business, but I'd rather not discuss it! And will you all please stop?!"

The silent chittering had continued as they'd caught on to what Angel had meant. Quite a few of them had banded together to form a "gallery" of Angel's silhouette posed on the wall in provocative yet tasteful poses, shapes hinting at various costumes in the same vein.

Alastor's personal shadow bent over double in mute hysterical laughter at its master's expense.

He rounded on it with a snarl that was undermined by the bright red blush. "You're not helping!"