The only answer Angel got was Alastor's shadow sweeping up from behind, projecting itself against the door. It grinned at Angel, raising a hand in a silent wave.

It had stayed all night but had hesitated in doing anything. Honestly, it was a bit better than its master at emotions but it still lacked much in the way of social skills. The best it could think to do the night before was to watch and wait.

Alastor himself was downstairs cooking. Cooking made sense when little else did. The right ingredients, the right timing, and one had a delicious meal. And if Alastor was making enough for the full staff of the hotel and their one guest, well, that was fine, too. Seeing others rave over his cooking was a solid ego boost.

He hummed to himself as he listened to his various dishes, nose periodically twitching as he smelled his hard work.