"I assure you I can handle myself, Angel. I've had to patch myself up many, many times over the years!"

He gave his biggest grin even as he clutched at his clothes. He didn't want to strip down in front of anybody. In a strange sort of way, his clothes were his armor, his shield. He looked far too thin with his clothes on. Without them...

...well, there were many reasons Alastor didn't like his own reflection.