The sound of Alastor's firm rejection caused Angel to flinch, stopping dead in his tracks. The small glimmer of hope he had was snuffed out and he pulled back his head. There was no hiding the pain he felt from appearing on his face as he stared back at the other demon. Shit, he horribly misread the situation. In his current state, Angel took his hard "no" as the radio demon not to subtle clue that he never wanted to revisit this avenue. He was only being kind the first time cause he was drunk. Of course he didn't want to. Even if Alastor wasn't oppose to physical touch, there was still the fact of Angel's profession. A dirty whore.

Taking a step back, the spider released the deer without resistance. A strained smile etched across Angel's face, his voice shaky. "Heh, right... What was I thinking?" Stupid stupid Angel. He turned away from Alastor to cross the room to his nightstand where he closed the lid of the record player, the pleasant mood gone. "Sorted that out, it works... Well... I should go... settle that bar tab.."

Biting down his bitter feelings, Angel spun around for the door. If only a bit too quickly and the world around him spun causing him to stagger. To prevent himself from face planting against the hard wood, Angel reached out to brace himself against the door frame.