"Oh Al, don't say that. I'm sitting right here." Angel flashed Alastor's his pearly whites. Its him, he was talking about him.

So, you know that there was a time and place to think about sexy thoughts? Yeah, now was that time. With the immediate threat of Alastor dying on him gone and that sinfully adorable flustered look on the deer's face broke him. He wanted to trace every outline of his scars with his fucking tongue and lick him like an icecream cone. Would all of his body flush red like his face right now? Seeing Alastor alive and... some what well redirected his anxiety towards wanting to throw his plush body against that bony chest, and ride him until his damn hips broke. If he learned one thing while he was alive and in his shitty afterlife, moments were fleeting and life and death was short. You have to snatch things while you could. But....

He couldn't. It would be a complete betrayal of the deer's fragile trust that he had in him. If the porn star tried anything now while he was being this raw and vulnerable with him, that would be that. Angel bit down on his lower lip, the fingers that drummed Alastor's chest coiled back into a fist. You're just helping him, you're just helping him. Fighting the lustful sinner inside him back, Angel withdrew his hand back to his own lap getting one last eyeful of Alastor exposed torso to look away.

"You can if you want. I'm done here. Did the best I could." Angel said simply.