The pillow hit Angel in the center of his back and he turned enough to look darkly over his shoulder. He turned to face her and strode forward with the grace of a feline. Angel stepped into her reach, one arm wrapping around her waist and drawing her against him harshly, the other hand slipping up to fist in her hair as he jacks her head back a little. His mouth goes to her ear as he growls out his words. "I don't beg for a good fuck, I get begged. I drink, I fight and I fuck very well." He licked the side of her neck with just the tip of his tongue. "I've been doing it for a very long time."

He let her go just as harshly, heading broodily back to the clothes pile in hopes of running across his shirt.