Honestly, Angel needed to register all of his "special outfits" as weapons of mass destruction. Husk nearly choked via inhaling some of his favorite bottom shelf booze.

Alastor was deep asleep, the only movement the rise and fall of his chest as he slept curled up beneath the blankets. It felt good to get some real rest, not just sleep but pleasant dreams as well. Secure in the knowledge that nobody could attack him in his sleep between the magic cast on the door and room but also his silent guardians.

Alastor's shadow looked towards the door, perking up at the sound of Angel's voice. It looked down at its master, still dreaming away. Oh dear. This wasn't good.

Several of the little shadow creatures wormed their way past the spells and locks, gazing with curiosity from the shadows at Angel.