Angel silently smiled to himself, continuing to carefully wash the skin around the open wound. This was a huge gesture, the spider thought. He was one of the privileged few to see the great and powerful radio demon like this. Alastor trusted him. Though he wished it was under better circumstances.

"Don't thank me quite yet. We're not at the good part." Angel chuckled to himself, rinsing off the blood soaked rag before moving in to clean out the more tender parts. "You really got roughed up. What happened out there?"