It was late at night when Husk was awake. He decided to enjoy that rare solitude in a gloomy hotel, which was a rare charm. The demon cat was polishing drinking glasses until he heard muffled footsteps, and the exhausted figure of the Angel Dust appeared in his field of vision. In his usual reaction, Husk rolled his eyes, hoping that if the Angel spoke to him, it wouldn't be his annoying flirtation.