Alastor shook his head in response to Angel's suggestive comment. Both to express exasperation and to cover the fact he got "sweetmeats" and "sweetbreads" confused for a moment. Definitely time for bed.

As the doors closed and Angel asked his question, Alastor sighed. "Just a bit tired, my dear. I've been on my feet for the past twenty-four hours and had to use my powers more than I wanted to. A little rest will do me good."

He held himself stiffly however, praying that the red of his clothing would obscure the wounds that he'd earned.

"Extermination Day is always rather tiring for me. Nothing to be concerned about."