That ruffle catches him off-guard and leaves him... disheveled and a bit pink in the face.

What just happened. What was this feeling in his gut?

"Good. ...Good."

The fallen angel gave a low chuckle, shook his head as he recovered, and smoothed his hair back again. But the sweep passed over his eyes, gold swapped for red. As he picked up his glass, the liquor sprung to life in flame.

"Because you had me concerned. Nobody sets a fire in me quite like you do... why, I just might consider you a friend." That playful tone was back, but it was utmost smoke before he tipped back his drink and drained his glass.