Angel's eyes shot open a bit startled as dark forms emerged from all corners of his room, his hands snapped back to clutch at his chest. Its not that he found the shadows alarming. How were they any different from Buckley? No, it was the thought of not knowing he had an audience to his dickholery. So... were they always around. I mean... always. You know..... when he's alone in his room... when he thinks no one is around.... Should he be charging peeping fees?

Still looking a bit tense, Angel turned a glance at Alastor, "You can hear them? Man thats gotta.... suck?"