Angel Dust

Angel nods with an amused grin, watching Husk and sitting up a little as he's presented that beautiful box. That alone is...a lot. He hesitates a moment before taking it, and opening it up he's left at a loss for words. His fingers trace over stones and he looks up at Husk like there's got to be some kind of catch.

Clients buy him gifts, Val showers him with them after things get rough, it's not like he doesn't have a host of expensive jewelry, but this feels...different.

"...It's beautiful," he breathes, finally finding his words, and he pulls it carefully free, holding it up to his neck to model it. "Do it up for me?"