Oh he fucking knew something was up that day. Though he didn't know exactly what but Alastor was acting very suspiciously. Now he knew why. Wait. Something suddenly clicked into place in his head. Charlie. That sneaky bitch rigged Secret Santa! Though... he wasn't complaining. Well played Charlie... well played. He will think of a clever payback later.

"Of course... no thanks needed." Angel said warmly. "You know, in my line of work you learn real quick how to read people. But Smiles, you're a tough one to crack. I don't know what is left or right with you sometimes. And yeah, we're night 'n day on a lot of things but that's what I like about us. It's never borin'."

Angel kicked himself off the counter to carefully creep closer to the deer, getting on his knees to kneel before him.

"Don't beat yourself up over stupid material shit. You're such a fucking dumbass that you don't realize that you've already given me the best gift anyone ever could. Hope." Angel paused to let the weight of that sink in. "No one has ever given two shits about my situation, save for Cherri. And even if things don't pan out and I get pulled back into the flames well shit... its more than a filthy sinner like me deserves. Although...." A grin crept at the corners of his lips, leaning over until he was on all fours, his floof again dangerously close to spill over. "I'd be lyin' if I said I wasn't curious on what you got me~"