It wasn't no secret that Angel has been touched but millions of different strangers' hands but something about known' that he had his grimy mitts pawin' all over his property pissed the moth beyond words. It was about control. He decided who got to touch 'em. His brows knitted tightly together broadcasting his utter distaste. But then... Valentino's whole demeanor shifted. It started out small but a vibrating laugh erupted from his gut in a plume of red mist and it shook the room. His men gave eachother weary glances as they chuckled along, unsure what their boss found so amusing about... any of this.

As the laughter fades, Val levels a sneer towards Alastor, "I see whats goin' on here. You've gone soft. Ain't that fucking precioussssss....." His voice trails as he makes steps down off his pedestal towards the main stage. "You fail to realize what power you think you have don't mean shit. He knows who he belongs to." Valentino's head snapped towards Angel as he barked. "Angel! Get that ass over here."

The ice cold form of the shadow deer actually felt... pleasant. The drugs were making his skin boil. But his dream bubble burst as the sharp snarl shook him from it, grounding him back to reality. Angel flinched, retracting his hand and turned to stare at Valentino.

"Y-yes Val." Angel stammered on autopilot, scrambling to his feet in an attempt to side skirt the shadowy obstruction.