Angel huffs out a weak sound that could almost be a laugh, eyes flickering down towards the hand on his shoulder -- all the eyes, even the little itty-bitty ones that look like freckles. Spooky. Cute, but spooky.

"Yeah. Don't, uh...don't sell your soul, babe. Ain't worth it." A pause, then one hand reaches up, covering Iggy's and squeezing gently. "Way more fun doing kinky shit when you wanna, yaknow? Less pressure. Sometimes you just wanna get spanked and not have to do ten reshoots to get the right angle."

Then, with a little shrug, Angel adds: "Then again, accordin' to the creepy clown chick, that was all some weird fucked-up simulation, which is pretty fuckin' meta, if you think about it."