You absolutely HATED seeing Alastor happily take Angel while you were lonely. But you stood there and took it with jealousy and hurt. Now, you’re sitting at a table and drinking a shot of Lucifer’s wine while Angel leans against the bar, one leg stretched out and the other close to his chest as he props on his elbows. Al runs his hands down Angel’s sides and speaks to him. Lucifer hated Alastor and watched with you Alastor: You’re mine. Don’t forget that Angel: I know. he sounded and looked absolutely miserable