Alastor rolled his eyes. "After sunrise then. Noted." He waved a hand as if shooing away a particularly annoying fly. "I'm looking forward to a night without your crass invitations!"

Near as he could figure, it was some sort of game to Angel. A game Alastor didn't enjoy playing. It was, quite frankly, embarrassing. Particularly given he always got the vague impression when he decided to end the game by leaving Angel to his vulgar devices that it was giving Angel the victory.