When his handed pasted through thin air, Angel staggered a bit needing a moment to catch himself before spinning around to shoot Alastor a glare. Look at that stupid smug look on his face. Cocky bastard. The deer had always been a squirrely one to pin down, but two can play at this game. Angel knew how he worker.

"A little!?" Angel scoffed back indignantly. "I've been cooped on in this shit hole for two months, Al. Two whole fucking months! I'm about to double die from how bored and horny I am cause of you."

Narrowing his eyes at Alastor, Angel reached down to grab the hem of his skirt. With steely cold determination behind his gaze, the spider slowly pulled up exposing what little thigh that wasn't out for Jesus and the world to see.

"Only gonna warn you once. Hand me my phone back or I'm stripping to roll my naked ass all over your nice clean sheets."