It was a good thing Angel hadn't reminded Alastor of everything that had come in contact with his fur. As it was, that jacket was going to be sent through the wash a few times. The reminder would've had him burning it.

Angel wasn't decent, but it'd have to do. As it was, he offered Angel an arm before leading the way out. He paused as he came in line with Vox who was staring, frozen, at Valentino.

"You let something like that hold you back when you used to be so much more. Shame," Alastor said, planting little seeds into the cracks of Vox and Valentino's relationship. Once they grew, they'd widen the gaps, eventually breaking apart two of the V's.

"Once he's healed, Val's gonna come for you and your territory."

"What territory?"

Vox buzzed in confusion. "The hotel."

The Radio Demon laughed. "The hotel is Charlie's territory, not mine. The people in it are my toys, so I choose to protect it and them. She lets me stay. Still, if Valentino wishes to anger the princess of Hell herself and face down both her and me at once, by all means. Let him do something so stupid."

With that, Alastor resumed walking. He led Angel out of the club to where a car had pulled up to the curb. The door opened of its own volition. The Radio Demon's eyes narrowed in his version of a grimace before guiding Angel inside and getting in, shutting the door behind them.

There was no driver, just a face on the center console's screen. "Got your destination lined up: The Happy Hotel! Be there soon!"

And with that, the car took off. Alastor sighed, gripping the edge of the seat tightly. He'd never liked automobiles.