Both is a wrong answer in Angelo's book, unless he's the one saying it. He's not, so his jaw hardens a little, a muscle jumping. But abruptly, almost out of nowhere, he smiles, practically cheery with it, and uses his free hand to pat Alastor's cheek with the flat of his palm. "See, that's what I like about you. Real persistent." His hand lingers, sliding to the back of Alastor's neck, his grip hardening just a little as he steps right into his space, tipping forward so their foreheads touch. "But I'd appreciate it if you changed your tune." This kind of schtick might have terrified someone else, but he knows Alastor will just find it amusing, so he lets go, tapping some ash from the end of his cigarette and then lifting up his glass for a drink. "Pretty please."