The whole room is soft and cozy in ways he wouldn't have expected when he'd first met Angel, and it feels like being shown something private and vulnerable which, given how shit everything was with Val and their lives in general, probably isn't untrue. Still, he feels like this is a leap for both of them and he's both flattered and fucking terrified that Angel is willing to trust him this much.

"Well, yeah it's not the same but like..." He shrugs his shoulders, trying to find words without putting his goddamn hoof in his mouth for once. "Kinda thought maybe you'd not have great experiences with it, and I don't want you to feel like you have to..."

He falls silent as Angel offers him a drink - a good drink too, not the paint peeling shit he usually ends up with - and climbs up to perch on the edge of the bed as well.

"Fuck that, you can bite as hard as you want." It's said on reflex and he takes a healthy swig of the drink to try and remind himself to at least try not to fuck this up for a change. With some deliberation, Blitzø sets the glass down and leans in to cup Angel's cheek.

"Ok, but promise me it's because you want to and not 'cause you feel like this is what you have to do or the only way to show someone you give a fuck. 'Cause I have been there and I'm not doing it if that's why."