Angel Dust

You ain't complaining about me being old. [As if ages really matters in Hell, anyway, as he's more than well aware of at this point. Especially when he can do things like this and still manage to catch the attention of someone like him.

He can't help a low breathy laugh, tone shifting to perhaps the lowest baritone he's heard from him with a low grumbling purr lining it. He's absolutely doing this on purpose now.]

How dare I get you so worked up and deny you like this~ Should I not savor the treasure set out in front of me for just me? [He can sure pretend to be possessive just to see what Angel does in turn because why not when they both know he's free to do whatever he wants.]