God, he needed some space from Alastor after having his eyes brutally assaulted by the deer's choice of wardrobe. Did he misread the signals that they were going to have a nice little beach side spa get away? But that thought came to a screeching halt when he spotted a familiar six pack ass? silver haired demon slayer, who was putting on quite the show. Pausing to watch along the side lines a crooked smirk spread across his face. Awe yes, this was exactly what his eyes needed to heal from that monstrosity.

Looking real classy in his little one piece number continued to observe safely out of the splash zone as the sliced up fruit rained down. Angel admired the hunter's flare for the dramatics, the grin growing wider when Dante came strolling up.

"Parched." The ex-porn star quipped slyly as he took the drink. "Quit your day job as a hunter to take up bartending?"