"Very lucky for you~ Havin' multiple hands make things go a bit smoother. I would have loved to see a little Al with scuffed up knees. Musta been real cute." Angel teased, continuing to wrap Alastor up.

You heard the man, he was given explicit permission to ogle his body. Finishing up the bandage, Angel tucked the loose end into the other layer and made sure it was snug. Leaning back with Al's arms still wrapped around him, the spider took his sweet time to pay closer attention to all the different shapes and sizes of the crisscrossing scars. Just as he said, he could tell which ones were most likely preformed by unskilled hands. But the one that stood at the most was the strange bite mark. It just... didn't fit in with the others. Also it looked like the oldest. Maybe even his first. The hand that tied off the gauze rested on the deer's pec, fingertips drumming against his skin.

"I know a few guys that find scars sexy." Him. Oh god it was him.