There was something mesmerizing in the way that Angel was looking at him right now. It held Alastor's attention, like a snake mesmerizing its prey. Was this what the fly felt when it realized it'd been caught in the spider's web?

His heart thudded loudly in his chest, and it was a miracle that Angel didn't comment on it. Upon getting permission, he slowly, tentatively removed his arms from around Angel's neck.

He cleared his throat, ear twitching at the sudden flustered feedback he produced. "I, ehm, thank you. You're very good at this. Patching up others, I mean. I'm surprised you didn't become a nurse!"

Supreme Creator, he was babbling like it was his first night on the radio.