Angelo watches him with his lips quirked up softly, like Alastor's just telling jokes to amuse him, and then he shifts to sit up properly, nudging Alastor away a little so he can lean over and poke around in his nightstand for a cigarette. He finds one in a mostly-empty pack and holds it between his teeth, looking back at Alastor expectantly, because there's no lighter to match. "Have you had one before?" he asks. "A little pet?"