Angel's head resting on Alastor's shoulder caused a bit of static electricity to jump between his ears. His internal receiver swung wildly between stations as he was confused as to how to react to this. It wasn't unpleasant, but did he actually like it or not?

As he struggled to come up with a response, Angel darted off into the antique shop, startling him out of his thoughts. He tilted his head to one side, the sound of the radio switching between channels accompanying it. He'd been in this little shop before for periodic trips down memory lane. However, Angel always seemed to be constantly moving forward rather than rooted in the past. Why come here?

He entered into the little shop, taking in all the various bits and bobs on display. Forgotten treasures of bygone days decorated every shelf. All covered in a fine layer of dust as few stopped in to handle them as they debated purchase. These were the old, broken things no one wanted, after all.

One of the local shadow creatures swirled about him, happy for his visit. His smile warmed a bit.

"Hello. Just browsing today," he told it. He held out his hand and offered it a marble-sized bit of power which it eagerly took, popping it into its mouth like candy.

The shop wasn't very big -- most demons in Hell simply threw away the old things -- so he found Angel with no issue.

"Something caught your eye?"