Angel continued to watch Alastor with wide eyed fascination. He had heard all terrifying stories about the radio demon's cruelty and immense power. Tonight, even though he spent most of it having his face buried in Buckley's inky fur, he had seen the aftermath of his wrath. He brought one of the untouchable Vs to their knees. And he had a feeling that wasn't even half of his strength. But... right now... There was a strange tenderness to his actions, tending to the shadow creatures like beloved pets. If only the other demons could see him the way Angel did.

Without realizing it, Angel found himself smiling softly as the scene played out. Despite whatever excuses reasons the other demon had for the things he did, Angel couldn't ignore the facts. Alastor went out of his way to heal him when he was broken and today, he pulled his ass out of the fire. His toy or not, it was still one of the nicest thing someone has done for him.

Leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees, placing his chin in his palms, Angel lets out a long dreamy sigh. "I can see you have a soft spot for them. Careful now Smiles. What would the others think if they knew you were such a softy?"