"I never really had to call it by name. It knows when I want it." Then he gave Angel an incredulous look. "Sweet? Hardly. It's helped me on many a rampage."

As Angel began struggling to name the shadow, it gave a downright smug look to Alastor as it leaned into its ear getting scratched. Alastor felt one of his own ears twitch in response.

No. He'd never admit to it. Not in a million years.

In response to the name, the stag momentarily lifted his head to transform back into a shadow version of Alastor, clearly preening at the name...

...and then promptly shoved his very humanoid head back underneath Angel's attentive fingers.

Alastor's ear gave another twitch.