When Alastor didn't even sputter at his flirtatious teasing in the way that he thought, a cold shiver ran down the length of Angel's spine. Instead the deer simply closed his eyes looking very focus. That wasn't a good sign... What the fuck voodoo shit was he trying to pull? The low thrums of sound waves rattled his bones making his whole body feel strange. Angel's face flushed beat red as he quickly switched gears, his arms snapping up to crisscross over his chest.

"The fuck you doing, Al?" Angel stood up ready to make a break for the door.