[Angel waves a dismissive hand, one of four he has. He's tall, pushing seven feet, but lanky and reedy as hell, and very animated as he scoffs and sprawls over a nearby dumpster.]

Your loss, hot stuff. I'd blow your damn mind. Guaran-fuckin'-teed. [Then he flashes a mouth of bright, uncomfortably sharp teeth.] I'm an Aries, sweetheart.

Also a spider demon, if that's what you meant.