Excuse Angel for a moment as he took in the vision that was before him. Stealing the mental image of Alastor all cherry red for the archives. It was just too fucking precious. Man, he wished digital photography worked on him. No one was going to believe him.

"Suit yourself, Babe." Angel shrugged his shoulders. "But you have my number if you change your mind~"

Flashing him a wink, Angel reached up to tap the side of his fluff where his phone was safely tucked away. Ya know, to make a point. But God dammit it all to Hell when under his palm he felt the blasted thing vibrate. Silently the spider hoped that it had gone unnoticed by the deer with his hand pressed up against it. He... he didn't see that right? Fuuuck. He needed to leave to see what the fuck the limp dick bastard wanted.

"You should get back into bed. Don't want to reopen those wounds." Angel said abruptly with a smile as he started to inch for the door.