Alastor gave a mental sigh of relief in time with the shop owner's own relieved exhale. (Angel leaving meant that his terrifying bodyguard would leave, too, after all!)

"Should I be mentally bracing myself for where you'd like to have lunch?" he asked, not entirely joking.

Really, if Angel suggested they have lunch at a strip club, well, Alastor had promised that it'd be his choice. He was deeply regretting not putting qualifiers on his offer.