"Even you couldn't weasel your way out of it either, eh Smiles?" Angel snorts back as he reluctantly started to climb his way down.

Quietly he pocketed the mistletoe into his plush cleavage cause you know... for safe keeping. And his outfit was lousy for pockets. It was easy work to get himself safely back onto solid ground. Angel casually leans up against the wall, crossing his arms.

"So, whose the unlucky soul you got? Dish sis."