Bingo. Alastor hit the nail on the head. He must have taken notice of his change of attention. Well, that whole hotel took note of it so it really wasn't much of a surprise. But it was the way Alastor said it that got to him, giving him pause.

Was he feeling a bit guilty all of a sudden? No, Angel had no reason to feel bad about it. Alastor didn't...

"Er... Yeah, it is actually." Angel admitted sheepishly. "I wanted something cute to wear for the party. Its been so long since I was with somebody and I have been carving that warm. Ahaha... Nevermind. You wouldn't understand." Angel shook his head, plastering a smile back on his face. "You never answered my question. Is. It. Cute?"