Waiting for the impending unpleasant burning sensation over his swollen eye, it confused him when there came a gentle graze against his chin. It caused his eyes to flicker open, peering up into Alastor's face as his own flushed a bit pink. Angel's head buzzed with a million different voices, all trying to scream over the other. First of all, the king of no touchy was choosing to initiate contact. And second, why did Alastor sound so strangely sweet? Who was he and where is the real radio demon?!

No, no, no. Do not get swept away in this bullshit. He literally just said your just an object to him. Even so, somewhere deep inside him, Angel couldn't help feeling a bit moved by his words. Like a fucking idiot.

Crashing back down to reality, Angel tried to blink away the flustered look in his eyes, but his cheeks remained rosy, "Do what ever ya want then. Just don't say I didn't warn ya. But if I didn't know any better, I'd say you're growing a bit soft there, Smiles."

Regaining a bit of his old spark, Angel flashed a small fang filled grin.