Alastor wants to rebel, on some sort of ill-defined principle alone; it certainly isn't fair for Angelo to deny him so much and then make such personal requests. But it's not like he's keeping secrets. Angelo has occupied so much of his time and energy that he wouldn't leave as often as he does, if not for the risk of overstaying his welcome. Alastor rocks back onto Angelo's cock, demanding, wanting at the very least to be rewarded for playing along.

"I blend in," he murmurs, dropping his head forward, letting his hair fall into his eyes. "I have friends. Hobbies. Interests that don't revolve around you." Another glance cast back to Angelo, with a trace of a smirk. "Despite so many of them that do."