Maybe an Angel whose nerves weren't in total disarray from coming down on his blitzed out high would have seen the deeper meaning behind those words. To understand how the deer was trying to express how valuable he found the spider to him. Maybe even tolerate? That he wanted him. But it was not this Angel. All he heard was that sure, he was trash, but shiny trash that Alastor wanted.

Angel sniffled, rubbing the back of his hand over his eyes before moving to stand at full height. Again, there he was practically naked taking a step towards Al. He could probably smell the lingering intoxicating stench from the moth's pheromones that drove Angel mad stuck in his fur.

"You really are a broken record, Smiles. Yeah, I get it. I'm a prize. You just want to brake my contract for yourself. It's not to help me. The difference between you and Val is that you want to fuck with my emotions, not my body. Do you know why I wear this?" Angel reached a finely clawed finger to pluck the choker around his neck. "Its ain't because I have amazing fashion sense. It's his. It binds me to him. This is what the contract looks from my end. A permanent reminder that I'm someone’s pet. A noose around my neck."