Honestly, what are demons if not the aliens of Hell? #makesuthink

Angel looks down at the slightly-dazed newcomer, reaching out with one of his (many, many) hands to smooth a feather back into place. "Cherubs. Think'a them like Heaven's cockroaches. Spawn all over, hide in the crevices, can't get stomped to death."

Then he laughs, exposing a -- oh, god a full mouth of razor-sharp teeth. "I'm fine n' dandy, sweetcheeks. I ain't the one lookin' like he just saw a ghost. I mean, I know I'm hot, but c'mon, quit gapin' or I'll get embarrassed~"