[Honestly, Angel's company- bitching or otherwise - is very welcome to Husk. Something he would have thought laughable when Alastor first summoned him to the hotel. This has been his forced servitude, and he wasn't planning on getting attached to any of the fuckers he was being forced to serve booze to- especially not who he saw as an obnoxious fake who purposefully riled him up every chance he got.

Oh, how things had changed. He cares about every stupid soul in this stupid hotel- and Angel? Well, when he's not inside the hotel, when he's with Valentino, Husk feels an uncomfortable, awful knot in his stomach which only relaxes once the spider demon is home and safe. He never would have expected he'd feel better for having Angel's company, but here he is. ]

Hope something fuckin' chews them. Something real nasty. Preferable while he's still wearing them.

[Husk makes a soft noise of assent in the back of his throat, leading Angel to the bar. As promised, a drink is waiting for him there, nice and strong. He snorts in amusement. ]

In your fuckin' dreams, Legs.

[He picks up the ice pack, moving to press it carefully against one of Angel's shoulders- he has to stretch because Angel is so fucking tall. He makes no show of the fact he is, still, technically playing nurse here. This is just a thing he's doing, no need to make a fuss about it.]

Here okay? Where'd you need it?