Been a while since he's been in this particular position and at least Angel can hear the undercurrent of rumbling while pressed against him that might be something akin to a purr. Not that it shows in his face as he absolutely looks more like a predator than he does some simple housecat right about now. His posture shifts to actually stand to his full height, tail casually wrapping around Angel's thigh as his attention remains on the stumbling moth.

"Just because I was on a fuckin' leash doesn't mean I don't remember how the game is played, Valentino. Make a single. fucking. misstep. around him and I'll be glad to remind you that we're on the same fuckin' level." He pauses for a moment, tilting his head somewhat as if pondering something. "Nah, I'd never stoop so low to be a piece of shit like you. Moths ain't predators, remember it."