Alastor regarded the fluff for a moment. He had a distinct feeling that constant buzzing meant nothing good. But how to get his hands on it?

A cold thought not his own slithered through his brain. Ah, yes. He almost forgot he had quite a few hands at his disposal.

He closed his eyes and focused, pinging the cellular device with his radio waves to make it start forming a basic beat against Angel's chest. Next came new layers of sound waves, low and thrumming which he guided across Angel's body. A distraction as his shadow started circling around, ready to go in for the proverbial kill.