When Alastor offered him his arm he reached out to take it, holding the demon close as if he was prepared to be suddenly ripped away. Angel stood in silence as the two overlords spoke. At the mention of the Happy Hotel, Angel flinched. No, Alastor was right. No one would be foolish to try to take on Lucifer's daughter, right? Valentino wasn't take stupid. And yet... Angel wordlessly cast a wary glance at Vox as their pair of them exited the club.

Alastor, always a gentleman, helped him inside the waiting car and he scooted to the far side of the backseat. It was a bit strange, Angel's behavior. You might expect him to use Aastor's daring rescue as an excuse to fawn over him. Instead he was uncharacteristically quiet as he stared out the window, gripping on to his arms in tight fists. After what seemed like an eternity Angel spoke.

"Why did you come for me? And don't feed me that bullshit line about how I'm your toy." His tone has a bit harsh for someone who was just pulled from the fire.