"Oh, honey. Sweetie. Babycakes." Angel sits up slowly, languidly, reaching out one of his hands to pat gently at Iggy's cheek. "You're talkin' to the biggest porn star in all the seven circles, toots. I'm a fuckin' household name of debauchery."

Then he flops back against the bench, pouting ferociously. "And not a single person here appreciates that shit. It ain't easy, bein' easy, yaknow?"