Alastor could hear the phone vibrating again. He made a mental note to try expanding his understanding of how these blasted things used his radio waves. Perhaps then he could read whatever information was flying about without having to snatch the phone.

Speaking of...

Alastor's shadow snaked its arms around Angel briefly before plunging its icy claws into that chest fluff to start hunting for the phone. It had a general idea of where in the fluffy void the phone was housed thanks to Angel's tapping it, but exactly where was a mystery.

The Radio Demon meanwhile waited for his shadow to retrieve their prize...though who knew what all Angel kept in that fluff?