Uncoiling from the deer's shadow, the dreamy haze that hung over Angel started to fade. In the room's dim light he could make out more clearly the distress on Alastor's face as he treated further back. The grin the spider on his face softened as he moved to bend forward, though not daring to try to invade the space between them.

"Ever the gentleman, Al. That's one of the reasons why I like you." He paused to let his eyes scan over Alastor. "Consider permission granted~ I haven't been touched like that since... Well..."

His thought trailed off awkwardly. Yeah, he really didn't want to think about the night at the club. Or wait... does the phone buzzing also counted as being touched? Now that was unwanted.