Angel gave Alastor's hand a reassuring squeeze as the pair strolled down main street. They were causing a bit of a stir. Angel, the famous adult entertainer who hasn't been seen in weeks, arm in arm with one of the most dangerous demons in Hell. It didn't even occur to him at that one of the three Vs goons could have seen them. That was going to be a future Angel problem...

"I know. I did it cause I wanted to. Simple as that. Besides..." Angel playfully nudged Alastor's shoulders. "... means I can have ya all to myself."

Oh yeah, let that sink in. Letting out a bright chuckle Angel leans over to rest is head on the deer's shoulder. You know, cause people weren't already staring enough. Gotta pile on that shit. Plus it was a rare moment of Al letting him get away with this shit. Taking full advantage while he could.

Turning the corner on to a different avenue, Angel's head sprung up abruptly. If the radio demon cared to follow his line of sight he could see what held Angel's focus so intently was a small run down antique shop on the other side of the road. The grip he had on Alastor loosened.

"Wait for me, will ya? There's something I gotta see." Angel unwrapped himself again and without waiting for his body guard, scurried inside.