Honestly, by the time he got to that "one last stop", Alastor was beginning to wonder if he really would need to be a pack mule. Or at least a pack stag. It wasn't necessarily that they were heavy but just so many of them to hang on to...!

"Certainly! And then I also offered to treat you to a meal!"

And, boy, was Alastor going to need some food. Some of what Angel had bought would be frozen solid if they passed through the shadows back to the hotel. No matter. Going into all the little shops, Alastor had mentally bookmarked items that Angel had paused over but ultimately not picked up, some more regretfully than others.

As they approached the lingerie shop, Alastor naively hoped they were going to one of the shops next to it. But as they got closer...

"I'm afraid I don't see why you'd need my help picking, er, undergarments..."