Alastor relaxed in Angel's grip as the spider stroked his head. He wasn't melting like a good ear scratch but it certainly relaxed him enough that being basically held in Angel's arms wasn't too much of an issue...even with him being basically half-naked.

"You mean the kiss," Alastor murmured.

He supposed that he should've expected that. Still, part of him had wondered if Angel had been sober enough to remember it at all. Given the spider's higher tolerance, he shouldn't have been surprised that he did.

"If you're thinking about apologizing, don't. You were drunk."