Why was Al acting so weird? Angel made no attempt to hide his true intentions for this evening with the deer beforehand. Hell, he even helped him pick out the lingerie. Granted... that was forced upon him by Angel but still! It was almost like he didn't want him to...

HA! No, that couldn't be right. He would have said something earlier. There had to be a different reason. Angel tried to think if anyone else has ever openly flirted in front of Alastor... maybe this was just his normal reaction? After all he didn't like these things.

But even Angel himself was taken back by Husker's candid response to his off handed joke. Behind him he could hear the sound of the radio demon choking on his drink. Same, Al, same. Was he serious? Well... Angel was game to find out. It felt off having someone play into his senseless flirting after ramming himself against a brick wall for so long. Not going to lie, it was too easy. Even a little boring. But he found himself matching the feline's intensity, smirking back.

"Ain't that nice of you~ I'll have a White Russian to start. And Husk..." Angel leans in dangerously close to whisper. "I know I ain't your Secret Santa but, if you play your cards right I have a little gift for ya later~"

One of the spider's secondary hands teased at the hem of his dress to flash Husker something black and strappy around one of his thighs.