At least Husk's good for one thing and that's being on his guard any time he's around any other Overlord, past, present, or future. And Valentino was near the top of the list to be on guard with. "Dealin' with some trash," he states simply enough to Angel's question before his attention returns to the giant moth.

He's always been taller than him, that's not a surprise, nor is he surprised when he pulls a gun on him. But it doesn't stop him from bristling and that grin sharpening before his focus shifts enough for ice to start crawling along Val's hand starting from the trigger. "Nah, don't think you'll be doing none of that here. 'Sides, we don't permanently die here, last I heard, so it's the same shit as always." A slow shrug follows, tightening his grip on Angel's waist to pull him closer and casually opening those large wings. "But he ain't yours and I'm not about to let you continue this fuckin' bullshit while we're here, fucko. So what you're gonna do is turn the fuck around and leave before I decide to see how quickly I can slit your goddamned throat and make your guts into fuckin' streamers for this fuckin' party."