Angel Dust

[Angel glances back with a cheeky grin and waggles his hips. Of course he would~
Straightening up again, Angel smooths down his jacket and weaves easily round Blitzø's pacing to perch on the couch again.]

Heh, we should do this sometime without a buncha shit happenin' before.
[What a novel experience. His expression softens briefly in thanks, and then his lips curl impishly (is that like a rude thing to say in hell btw?).]

How long they usually take to deliver? 'Cause I bet there's a few fun things we could do in exactly that amount of time...