Angel Dust

It doesn't have to be anything fancy to entirely have his attention, especially while he's looking at him like that. How he's still dressed, but luckily it's just a pair of lounge pants, is anyone's guess.

He's about to respond until he sees that he's actually moving to undo his boots, head tilting somewhat and ears flicking forward. "Do you want me to look? I don't... have to, if you don't want me to." He doesn't want to make him uncomfortable, especially not after all of this. If Angel wants him to see them, then that's fine, but he's not about to make it seem like an obligation. "It's always your choice, baby."