The bartender's choice in words were not lost on him, his eyes flickering over the feline. Aged liquor indeed. Oh Daddy issues. Angel hummed softly to himself, again drawing lazy circles on the bar as he stared intensely with unmasked lust at Husker.

"I do like 'em old. Richer the flavor." Angel mused. "But tonight I am looking for something more in the holiday spirit. I have been craving something with a little cream in it. Ya think you can help me out with that?"