"Sorry," Angel apologizes awkwardly, his voice dropping into a softer, lower octave as he does. "Oral fixation sort of goes... oral when pointed suggestions are brought up."

Claws? The only time he'd had anything resembling that was in Pylea where the metaphysical laws that governed that world had done a royal number on the demon within. That had been a rather terrifying, traumatizing experience that he didn't revisit too often.

He shakes his head. "I'm afraid we're of the declawed variety where I come from."