The angel will raise a suspicious eyebrow at that and push back any unwanted jealousy that threatened to rise up within him. Both men were friends anyway. Why would there be need to feel jealous if one made out with the other? Balthazar shifted his attention to his leather chained belt for a little, adjusting it above his leather pants with his free hand.

It was then he remembered he had Jack's hand in his, offering up a little squeeze as if for reassurance. Then, Ziggy was in his mind. Oh, telepathy. It had been a long time since he'd felt another voice in his head except for his own.

"Oh? Should I bring a bottle or two? Of course though, if you feel the need to talk then I welcome it."