Angel Dust

At the very least a more plush bed. Angel could lean into something more fitting Husk's aesthetics, a little less pink, and a lot more red. He laughs softly at Husk stripping down, fingers combing through the fur of his chest.

"Mmhmm, you learned that one, did ya?" He lifts his gaze in surprise, "Ya didn' hafta get me anythin'," he starts, before his lips curl impishly, "Ohhh, is it that kinda gift?"