Hmm...probably a gift for Angel's own assigned recipient. Asking who it might be would be pointless. After all, he'd withheld the name of the "lady" he was purchasing for. (A shame he didn't know Angel's musical tastes. He probably could've picked up a few vinyls to go with the record player. He knew some of the newer musicians had the sense to also put their music on vinyl in addition to those sanitized digital recordings.)

He waited outside as ordered, spying Angel slip something into the lingerie bag. Oh, he was certainly not going to poke his nose into that. He'd be safer sticking his head into an alligator's mouth. Particularly since he knew some of what was in that innocuous-seeming bag.

"Ready to go?" Alastor asked as Angel stepped out.