At Dorian's hiss Angel's hands went blindly to work, mouth still working hungrily on his. When the kiss broke, Angel took a shallow unneeded breath, deft fingers working on Dorian's shirt at the same time. He smirked arrogantly at the compliment. Angel knew he was a very pretty man.

"My wardrobe appreciates it." Angel's voice was rough but soothing as he shrugs off his shirt, dark eyes locked onto Dorian's face. Angel cups his face, dragging him into another rough kiss. He'd wait til Dori's shirt was off to change faces.