Had anyone openly flirted in front of Alastor? Of course not. Not since Alastor died and came to Hell. Honestly, Angel, did you forget how people fled at the sight of him?

Husk smirked as he started mixing, handing over the White Russian before making a second drink with vodka and cranberry juice.

"It's a mistletoe. On the house."

About as subtle as a semi-truck but there it was.