It's not the first time Blitzø has set foot in Angel's hotel room - since getting to know the leggy spider sinner, he'd invited himself in on more than one occasion, sometimes bringing a drink or several with him, other times just knocking softly on the door to let Angel know he was there if he wanted to talk. By all rights, he shouldn't be feeling this anxious just by being in the room with Angel but... this time it's different.

While he feigns disinterest, the very picture of the collected assassin, his tail betrays his actual mood as it curls through the air like an agitated cat and occasionally circles his legs.

"You really sure about this?" he asks, staring hard at Angel. "'Cause I don't need a pity fuck if you feel like you owe me, and we both know you could pull anyone you fucking wanted in this place with barely any effort."

Which raised the question he can't bring himself to say: why would Angel pick him of all people? The sinner is hot as fuck, manages to somehow be a classy bitch when he wants but has an edge that Blitzø respects, and he holds his own in a fight in a way that's impressive as shit to watch. So to suggest that they do anything when he could literally pick anyone else is just fucking weird.

"And you know, I figured after getting gangbanged by everyone in Val's employ at least twice, you might not be wanting to fuck for a while."