Angel's brow furrowed, that angry annoyance needling himself of him again. He didn't care what Alastor said. Angel had eyes you know. He wasn't blind to how it made Al feel when they turn and ran like a bunch of fucking cowards. Taking an aggressive bite out of his sandwich, Angel crewed.

"It ain't a cake walk being me. I have the opposite issue when it comes to people. I'd be lucky if they just stared at me. But usually I get the creeps that want to have a little taste." He took a moment to stuff another bite down his throat. "Its fucking bullshit. We have turf wars all the time. Not like you're the first guy to slaughter a bunch of people. They don't know how great you can be. Bunch of rude stuck up judgey dicks. Fuck 'em."