[Angel thought twice of making the 'I can't fuck myself' joke. Cause that would have been a bold faced lie. He fucks himself all the time. Fucks himself over, that is. The spider was is own worst enemy sometimes... But! A joke needed to be said. He couldn't let that dangle there. It would have been a mortal sin.]

I can think of a few things I can do on my lonesome~ [Leaving it open for the other demon to use his own imagination as he beamed.

Getting up on his toes, Mammon was successful on... petting(???) top of Angel's fluffy tuff of white hair, leaving the starlet to blink dumbly momentarily. Was he a kid sister or something? Surely he intended it to be cute... As his brain reboots, Angel's eyes fluttered, settling back into her normal persona.]

Do ya know the way to the market? Alastor normally does the shoppin' for the treehouse. [Which he helps himself to~] Seeing how he keeps getting produce tells me that it's not damaged by the freak storms.