Oh my fucking god. This whole situation was getting hella uncomfortable for the porn star. What was with all these raw emotions he was having? And even Al was being so fucking nice in his own weird way? He felt like he walked into the Twilight Zone. Shit, he needed to restore some sense of normalcy, fast. He had a reputation to maintain.

Turning his gaze upwards, Angel gave Alastor one of his classic shit eating grins of his, almost looking like his usual self. "So is this the part where you comfort fuck me to overwrite the memories of another man's hands all over your property or what?"