You’re Husk. Angel had been dating Husk for a long time but still hadn't gotten used to his boyfriend's ways.

Husk was a gentleman. A real gentleman. And that always drove Angel crazy. Not because Angel didn't like it, but because he wasn't used to that type of treatment.

Angel was sitting at the bar, after a stressful day at work. Husk was behind the counter, preparing a drink for his bf

“Whiskers~? Is my drink ready?” Angel asked with a slight flirty smirk as his usual.