Still... something wasn't sitting right with him. But his brain wasn't firing on all cylinders so it was hard to pin-point what felt off. One thing he knew for sure was Valentino was going to be super pissed if he found out what Vox had done, even if it was for getting rid of Alastor. Vox was putting himself in deep shit too. It would be a slap to the moth's face if Al could find a way to nullify his contract. Valentino hated to lose. So much pride... Angel knew this was only going to be a temporary reprieve and he shuttered at the thought at what punishment Val would take out on him for this shitshow. Angel coward into himself trying to chase away his wild imagination. Alastor... help me. The sound of Alastor's voice grounded him again as his eyes fluttered. Right. Going home... Home.

"O-oh... Right." Angel took a step back releasing him to cross his primary arms over his bare chest while his secondary ones tugged the the hem of his hot pink mini skirt. He could feel the beginnings of coming down and it made him realized how disheveled his appearance was. Bit of green shoved in ever nook and his fur was ruffled every which way from all the lascivious pawing of patrons.