"What do ya mean? He looks pretty sweet now. Look at him." Angel smirks at the shadow who had just melted right into his hands. Heh, like master like pet? That one drunken night was still vivid in his mind.

Angel's rising mood came to an abrupt halt as he heard Alastor muttering to himself. With Buckley leaning into him, no longer obstructing his view from the other demon, he could see something was off about him. Well, more than usual. Damn, most definitely his fault. Guilt again bared down on him for being a horny asshole.

"...You alight, Al?"