When Alastor entered the foyer, Angel was in the middle of playing with a sprig of mistletoe in one claw. Oh where should he put it~? Tapping it against his lips, he grins to himself imagining it hanging directly over Husker's bar just to screw with him. It had been weeks since he's gotten laid and it was slowly starting to drive him crazy. Maybe at the Christmas party, him and Husk could get totally blasted and head up to his room to- AH FUCK!

Angel nearly dropped the sprig at the sudden appearance of the radio demon, fumbling with it in his claws. But thankfully his secondary set of hands managed to catch it. Okay Angel, act natural. From his lofty perch he peered down at Al.

"Oh yeah? What cha need? I'm in the middle of decorating for Charlie." He didn't make any effort to descend.