When the support form Alastor's hand was lifted, the moth's body crumpled to the main stage like a ragdoll boneless. Motionless Valentino's mangled body remained there as the two demons spoke.

Angel's skin was still buzzing from the drugs and the feel of Alastor's hair tickled his nose. Did he always smell this good? What shampoo does he use? Man he was warm. He should just hold him here as along as he could- Wait? Contract?

Lifting his head from its cozy spot on top of the radio demon's head, Angel's eyes locked on to the scrap of paper in his claws. That was-! His heart leapt in his chest which he was pretty certain Alastor could see through the back of his head as he turned a confused stare at Vox. When did he get here?

"Wh-... Why are you helping me? Ya know Val is going to be pissed if he finds out."