"Creepy?!" Angel stood up, uncaring about his own nudity and one hand rushing to his head as he catches himself on the wall.

"I'll have you know that there are many people who think I'm very charming and sexy. Maybe if you didn't fuck Doyle into the ground, I wouldn't have to come and get you off properly." He was grouchy. Angel made his way over to the clothes pile, digging through until he found his boxers.

"What's your excuse?"