Alastor's ear twitched in time with his shadow's as Angel called his name. Honestly, he hadn't seen the spider this bad off before. Not that he'd been beaten black and blue again but the drug haze...he'd never seen it that bad on Angel before.

It pissed him off.

But still he smiled, the crowd parting like the Red Sea as he walked towards the stage, still talking. He was deliberately turning his back to Valentino, insulting the man in his own territory.

"I'd be happy to leave your establishment. And I will. Once I've collected our wayward patron. Not a moment before."

One of Valentino's security made the mistake of rushing Alastor from behind, a knife poised to strike.

Alastor whipped around, long leg lashing out to send the man tumbling into him as he swept his claws up. There was a loud crack of shattering bones as Alastor's claws penetrated the guard's chest and grasped the heart. He then proceeded to effortlessly rip it out.

"Thank you for the snack," he purred before biting into it as casually one would an apple.

Alastor's shadow bent its head towards Angel, grinning at him.