It wasn't Angel's touch specifically that made Alastor's skin crawl. It was touch in general. He hated being touched. Just one more reason that he'd never gotten a partner: How could he do anything to please them if the thought of physical contact made him queasy?
Not that he knew what thoughts were currently swimming through Angel's head. Other than generalized self-recrimination. Unlike Alastor, Angel wore his emotions on his sleeve.
Alastor reached out to lower the temperature of the stovetop so at least his food wouldn't burn. He then walked over to lean into Angel's face.
"Sha, look at me," Alastor said bluntly, a little of his natural accent slipping in with that first word as he reached out a gloved hand to gently tap beneath Angel's chin. "I'm well-aware that if I flexed my claws against one of the V's, I'd have the other two come running. I also know that Valentino is the lynchpin of that despicable trio, but Vox and Velvet don't seem to realize that the moth is a leech that has far less power than they think he does. Yesterday Vox saw up close and personal that Valentino isn't as strong as he pretends to be. It's going to start putting cracks in that relationship."
Alastor's smile turned into a smirk.
"I may haff been born in da bayou, but dat jus means I know how ta swim wit da gatas," he said, deliberately speaking with his original accent. Then he swapped back to his normal Transatlantic accent. "I do appreciate the concern -- Actually, I'm quite surprised by it! -- but I'm not some reckless would-be knight in shining armor. And now that I know the layout of that vile studio, I can have my shadow friends pluck you out at any time without having to set foot inside."
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Not that he knew what thoughts were currently swimming through Angel's head. Other than generalized self-recrimination. Unlike Alastor, Angel wore his emotions on his sleeve.
Alastor reached out to lower the temperature of the stovetop so at least his food wouldn't burn. He then walked over to lean into Angel's face.
"Sha, look at me," Alastor said bluntly, a little of his natural accent slipping in with that first word as he reached out a gloved hand to gently tap beneath Angel's chin. "I'm well-aware that if I flexed my claws against one of the V's, I'd have the other two come running. I also know that Valentino is the lynchpin of that despicable trio, but Vox and Velvet don't seem to realize that the moth is a leech that has far less power than they think he does. Yesterday Vox saw up close and personal that Valentino isn't as strong as he pretends to be. It's going to start putting cracks in that relationship."
Alastor's smile turned into a smirk.
"I may haff been born in da bayou, but dat jus means I know how ta swim wit da gatas," he said, deliberately speaking with his original accent. Then he swapped back to his normal Transatlantic accent. "I do appreciate the concern -- Actually, I'm quite surprised by it! -- but I'm not some reckless would-be knight in shining armor. And now that I know the layout of that vile studio, I can have my shadow friends pluck you out at any time without having to set foot inside."