Angel's head rolled back over to stare at Alastor flatly. The porn star was not impressed. "Don't worry your pretty little head about it. I won't tell anyone. I've seen more naked bodies than I care to count. There ain't nothing to write home about. Now quit stalling and strip."

He pats the bed in front of him, the spider's patience was growing thin. But no, let the deer move at his own pace. Any sexy thoughts of seeing Alastor without his shirt on were the last thing on his mind. He genuinely wanted to help patch him up. Maybe those thoughts would happen to sprout in his mind later after the fact but.... Now was not that time.