Scuffed up knees had been the least of his problems, but Alastor bit his tongue. Instead, he glanced towards Angel before refocusing behind the spider.

Then came that last comment which caused him to go cherry red, the skin between his scars matching his face.

"W-well, I doubt anyone would find this attractive!" He gave a harsh laugh, ears twitching erratically in his embarrassment. Angel's hand on his pectoral didn't help. "May...may I put my arms down now?"