If Angel was watching, he might have been impressed with Al's culinary skills. Maybe even a little turned on. But as things were however, the spider's attention was firmly planted in his lap. He didn't respond right away to the inquiry, just sat there in uncharacteristic silence. Fuck, why was this so hard? The fact that Alastor was being so casual wasn't helping him either. Clearly he was still worked up from the other night.

After like it seemed that Angel wasn't going to speak, he stirred in his spot clearing his throat. "You know about what. How I blew up on ya and pinned you to my bed. I was angry. A little bit at you but... mostly at myself. I knew you didn't like touchin' and I took my frustration out on you. For that I'm sorry... Honestly."