Right.... simple. Bitch please! Simple was a bowl of cereal over expired milk! Or cold pizza full of last night's regrets. That was simple. Smiles was over here cooking like some little house wife. If this was his idea of an easy meal, he wanted to see what a complicated breakfast was. However, that small nudge brought him crashing back down. Sure, Al could have been telling the truth that he was "in the splash zone", but part of him couldn't help to think that the other demon didn't want the adult starlet anywhere near him. Which... fair. He couldn't fault him on that. Still hurts.

Taking the hint, Angel backed off and drifted a ways off from Alastor to his right. On a bit of clean counter top space, Angel hoisted himself on top of the cool marble.

"Say Al.... could I talk to you for a minute?" Angel's head was bowed, staring at his laced fingers in his lap. "Its... about last night."