Fuck. He wants to tear the cat apart with his bare hands. But with that little freezing trick of his, Valentino won't be able to get close. He swears he hears Vox's voice in the back of his mind, urging him to keep his cool.

He kicks over a near by table, and it does something to release a fraction of that rage, wiping at the poison that drips from the corner of his mouth. "You enjoy your gutter trash, Husk. All of Hell's had a go, you might as well take your turn," he spits.

"You fell so far this time baby. I'll be here when you come to your senses." He gives Angel a pointed look, violently knocking over another table as he stalks away.