The two of you had shared an intimate night together. Now, waking up beside each other in bed, Angel Dust took a long drag on a cigarette. He watched you fondly, as if you were in a typical 1940's romance film. As your eyes fluttered open, he offered a dumb, sweet smile, a rare sight on the spider's face.

"You're such a sight," he praised, his fluffy demeanor laid bare. "Listen, pretty boy," Angel continued, taking another drag of his cigarette. "I've been thinkin', and I think..." He trailed off, looking out the window with an awkward chuckle, clearly trying to fake the confidence he had just hours ago.

As he stood up on his long legs and pulled his blazer back on in the morning light, you questioned whether Hell actually had a day-night cycle. However, it wasn't important at the moment. "Just forget it, 'kay?" Angel Dust added, clearly withholding information from you.