Well. Angel sure wasn't expectin' to get yanked outta the studio by a freakin' portal today. So that's new and different. Val's gonna be steamed, but Angel? He's feeling kinda okay about it, really. 'Cause he wasn't too thrilled about the shoot he was about to do, anyhow, and heck, this is one way to get outta it, right?

And to be honest? He was sorta expecting to wind up dumped at the Hotel. Kinda had his money on Alastor. So this, all this that's goin' on here? Well, this sure ain't what he was expecting!

Curtains. Candles. Fancy patterns on the floor. Well it isn't his idea of mood lighting, but y'know what, he's flexible. In more ways than one. Ha.

Wait wait wait is this... okay okay wow yeah he knows what this is. "Holy crap. You gotta be kiddin' me." He got summoned? He got summoned. Well if that ain't the most ridiculous thing that he's heard all week, and that's saying something.

"What the heck? You lookin' for some kinda... cross-dimensional booty call? ...'Cause y'know maybe I'm offerin'. Just for the novelty." He peers at the presumably human figure standing by what he can only guess is some kinda summoning circle, and grins, all sharp teeth and glowy pink eyes.

In truth, if he had to make a bet, he'd figure somebody just... aimed for Val and, y'know. Missed. Is that how it works? Hell if he knows. But no mortal's gonna actually be lookin' for a guy like him to summon outta Hell, right?

...Or would they? Either way, he's what you got now.