Oh noooo. Shit, fuck, shit! Buckley! How could Angel almost forgot about him. No doubt he had front row seats to his awkward fidget show. Dammit, he had a direct line to Alastor. Fuck his life in the assssss.

Flashing the best smile he could Angel waved back at the shadow. "Oh, mornin' Buck. You... wouldn't happen to know where your master is, do you? And..." He leans in close to whisper. "... if ya keep quiet about what you saw, there are extra ear scratches for you in the future."