Angel waited with bated breathe as he watched Alastor cast some magic voodoo shit on the door. He always knew he did something special to keep people out. Trust him, was had a lot of time on his hands and was very bored. He may or might not have tried to sneak a peek inside once or twice when the demon wasn't around. Of course his attempts always ended in failure. So when the door opened he sprung through the doorway to see..! A hotel plain old room? Well, that was rather disappointing but not completely unexpected. With out mobile the radio demon was, why would he bog himself down with junk? Still... it was a bit sad. The only thing of note was the shrine, which Angel had a feeling was more of his voodoo hoodoo shit he knew little about.

Welp, on to the matter at hand. Strolling inside like it was his own room he headed to the bathroom to draw some warm water. Boiling water would have been better but hey, it was better than nothing. Being from a mob family he knew a thing or two about patching people up from getting shot or stabbed.

"Get on the bed and take off your shirts. We gotta wash out that cut." Angel called from the other room. There was no hint of his usually flirty bravado. "Hey Al? You got anything to disinfect?"