Iggy's grin fades and he watches Angel's face carefully. He's not the smartest guy alive, but he's not an idiot either - he knows perfectly well that working in the sex industry has its hazards. Some people spiral down, or are forced to, and never recover. He's seen it more than once.

Softly, so softly, he puts a hand on one of Angel's shoulders.

"I'm sorry," he says simply. His voice is soft and comforting.