"Feels real good, sha," Alastor said lazily, his natural accent slipping free.

Oh, he could just stay here for hours having his ears rubbed down like this. Later on he'd be embarrassed at the display and the noises he was making. Right now? Right now his sense of dignity went flying out the window.

He leaned forward, almost falling off the bed in his eagerness to make sure Angel didn't miss a single spot. Oh, that felt so very good...