His slacks pool around his ankles and he steps out of them, kicking them out of his way. Since Nott was a vampire, Angel's touch was more commanding and his desire demanded satisfaction. He pulls her til her ass is close to the edge of the table and lines himself up with her. Locking eyes, he silently questions her, pausing for a half second. He was still a gentleman. With no protest, he sinks himself in her, a groan of pleasure breaking from him.