The deer familiars brought Angel into Alastor's large marble-covered personal bathroom with its Roman bath-sized bath tub, stripped him of what little clothing he had left, shoved him into the hot water, and began roughly scrubbing him with soap from head-to-toe.
Angel couldn't move without feeling pain in his knee or in his groin so he tried to sit in place as best he could while the familiars continued their relentless washing.
After a few minutes, Alastor entered the bathroom.
Angel flashed a seductive smile and said, "Hey there, Alastor. Are you here to join me?"
"No," Alastor said with an amused chuckle. "I am simply here to check on you since I have begun preparing the omelets."
"How thought-OW!" Angel yelped in pain as the familiars moved on to scrubbing his busted knee.
Alastor smiled at the pain Angel was in and waited for the spider demon to speak again.
"Not that I don't appreciate the help, but I must ask why are you tending to me all of sudden," Angel said regaining his composure.
"You must look your best in the presence of my wife," Alastor said in a matter-of-fact tone. "One must always look good in the presence of a woman, especially a woman as elegant and beautiful as my Vaggie."
Angel scoffed dismissively and said, "Uh huh. You just don't want Vaggie to get angry at you when she sees how badly you messed me up."
Alastor smiled and replied, "Quite possibly. After all, you are the only leverage I currently have against her."
Angel smirked at him and asked, "That's true now. But what do you intend to do once I'm gone? Vaggie will have no reason to behave. She still hates you and is going to make your every waking moment miserable until you let her go. How are you gonna deal with that?"
"That's for me to worry about, Angel," Alastor said turning to leave the room.
"Meaning you have no fucking clue what you'll do," Angel said with a scoff and a mocking smile. "I knew it."
Alastor looked over at Angel with a frown that turned into another sadistic smile before it could really register.
Alastor dramatically wafting his hand around his nose and dramatically interjected, "Oh, dear. Is that your breath? Smells like we need to clean your teeth."
Alastor then snapped his fingers, causing another familiar to appear with a toothbrush and toothpaste and immediately get to work cleaning Angel's teeth.
"Hey!" Angel called out before the familiar brushing his teeth stifled all conversation.
"Nah ah ah!" Alastor replied with a condescending smirk, wagging his finger as he finally made it to the door. "Don't talk, Angel. You wouldn't want to swallow any toothpaste. Now, I'm off to finish those omelets. Once you're clean, the boys will dry you off, redress your wound, and find you some more presentable and less gaudy clothes to wear. Be sure to be a good boy for my servants while I'm away. I'll see you soon."
Without another word, Alastor exited the bathroom and shut the door behind him, only waiting a second to savor Angel's muffled sounds of distress before teleporting back to the kitchen to finish cooking those omelets.