Alastor looked at his... Friend? Could he count Husk as a friend? Well, it didn't really matter in the long run, not when the cat and the spider had finally admitted their courtship. Alastor's ever present smile softened for a second, a single flash of honest happiness in his eyes before the unholy satisfaction and demonic glee returned.
Angel had become something of a sibling to him, though he'd never admit it aloud. The spider had grown on him, a bit like Johnson grass. Hard to remove, harder to kill, and a tongue sharp as any blade, easily able to match wits and jests to the Radio Demon.
He supposed that, no, Husk being a friend or not didn't matter in the long run. If he ever hurt Angel, forced the (now former) adult film star back to his rather distressing habits... Well. The stage is a *world* of entertainment, after all.