The soundwaves dissipated leaving Angel wanting more. He didn't realize how starved for another person's touch that wasn't his own. Like a lazy cat the spider nuzzled up against the inky black chill of Alastor's shadow as he breathed out a whimper of disapproval of the deer's retreat.

"Why'd ya stop? That felt real nice, Al~" Angel all but forgot about the buzzing down his dress since it seemed what ever the moth was sending him had stopped. It was just back to him and Al and all the little shadowy eyes that peeked from the darken corners.