That resistance spurns Valentino to tug that much rougher, grip pointedly tight. He holds a beat longer, a warning look on his face as those eyes sharpen, releasing him with a false smile.

"What's this attitude, Baby? Hmm? Hell or not- you're still mine. Now why don't you seem surprised by this shit? We just wrapped our shoot." It's unnerving, Angel full of information Valentino needs, and the moth is reluctant to admit he needs Angel, and not the other way round.