Angel Dust

Maybe you shouldn't leave him in a place where old fuckers might turn him into bacon.

[ There's a bit of coldness to his tones, even if his touch is still tender despite it all. ]

Or, more likely, some southern stew. Would be a shame to see that happen to your pet.

[ His chin drops, peering at Angel over the top of his glasses. ]

Oh do go on. Trying what? Other than my patience.