Trying to make a slow retreat out of the room before too much longer had failed. In an attempt not to raise any redflags by acting as if he wanted to give Alastor some quiet time to recover, the spider had missed his window to slip out unscathed. The porn star let out a surprised squeak as he felt icy claws plunge down his chest, groping blindly. In those claws, the cold chill sent shivers down his spine as he trembled in Buckley's clutches.

Angel's cheeks flushed pink as he reached up to try to stop the shadow's search. "Oi! Al! What's the big idea?! Watch where your-AHN~ t-touching!" Another gasping moan passed his lips as he squirmed. "I charge for this kind of shit!"

After probable 'accidently' pleasant handfuls of Angel's ample fluff, the shadow could locate the Hellphone tucked snuggly away under his right under floof. All the while, the spider continued in his vain attempted to resist. Man, under a different circumstances, this would have been so hot.