Angel Dust

Almost any other time he's been asked that question, Angel remains cagey about his human name, or any other name he might've had before Angel. But Husk is gone before Angel can offer it up, and he just laughs.

A dark brow arches playfully, and Angel's posture shifts. "Have I neglected ta parta the experience? How rude. Lemme fix that for ya, babe," he says, humming a tune to try and set the right mood as he starts slowly peeling away his layers.