Alastor decided to help Charlie conduct a survey on how much the residence of the hotel were satisfied with the service. He went to Angel Dust's room and knocked on the door.
"Angel?"
"Don't come in!" said Angel.
"Oh God, he's probably doing something disgusting." thought Alastor, "Alright Alastor, brace yourself."
Alastor took a deep breath and opened the door. He found Angel sitting on his bed as he was trying to get some socks on his feet. Angel screamed and covered his feet as fast as he could.
"I TOLD YOU NOT TO COME IN!" said Angel.
"I don't get it. Why are you hiding your feet?" asked Alastor in confusion.
"BECAUSE I HATE THE WAY MY FEET LOOK!"
Angel sighed, lowering the blanket, exposing two paw-like feet with two protruding claws on each foot.
"They're the one thing about my demonic form that I hate." sighed Angel.
"Oh come on, they don't look that bad. They're adorable; they're like cat paws." said Alastor trying to assure him.
Angel just sat their and sighed as his pig, Fat Nuggets, waddled over to try to comfort him.
Alastor sighed as well.
"To be honest, I too have my own affliction."
Alastor took off his black gloves to reveal that his nails were jagged and discolored.
Angel's eyes widened as he looked at Alastor's hands before Alastor extended his arms as if asking for Angel to give him a hug, which surprised him as Alastor almost never let anyone touch him. Angel got up and hugged Alastor.
"Thanks, Al." said Angel, "Though in all honesty, you should probably get those nails taken care of."