[What, he really thinks he'd be a ghost because Denji killed his buddy at his funeral...?]

[Actually, that sounds just like him. Angel frowns, closing his eyes loosely. Pay him back... What could he even offer that he'd want? His frown deepens.]

It's not like I'm living for him, but...

[But he can't explain it. He's keenly, uncomfortably aware of the fact that his death might actually matter to someone now and that feeling is disturbing. He's a devil. No devil nor human should care if he lives or dies. But that human might cry if he gets torn to shreds. And that's...]

[He sighs, looking down again as Denji gets up. Great, they have to walk again...]

The only thing you're interested in is sex, anyway... I can't think of anything else you'd consider "real good."