And if she finds out what I really am? Not all humans are as accepting of demons as you.” Husk pointed out. 

"Well… I did hear that it's not just dogs she likes. She has a few cats too. You never know… it could be kinda hot to her?" Janette suggested cheekily.

Husk deadpanned, but at least now it looked like he was actually thinking about it. 

“Husker hates cats. Strange is it not?” Alastor commented. 

"Well, you gotta admit. Wouldn't she look really cool if her demon persona was a lion~?" Janette suggested with a thoughtful expression.

Husk blushed at the thought. 

“Hm, that would be interesting.” Alastor agreed. “Angeldust, what’s got you down, my feminine fellow?”

“Nothing, it’s stupid..” Angel replied. 

Janette went over to him. "Hey, is it about Theressa?... And you know, your job?"

“... yeah..” He sighed, looking down. 

"Well… maybe throughout the week while you're here you can talk and go out for dates and even when you get back, you can still text her? Al? Is it possible for phone's receivers to be able to cross dimensions?"

“Hm… I believe so. Telephones from Hell are different from the telephones from the Earth’s plane.” He replied. 

“I’m a fuc-”

“Language around the children, Dust.”

“I’m a porn star, who would ever be ok with that?!” Angel corrected himself quickly, groaning as he did so.

Janette bit her lip. She swore to herself that she wouldn't breathe a word of this to anyone. But this seemed like as good a time as anytime.

"Um, Angel? Can you come with me in a separate room for just a minute?" Janette said nervously.

Angel gave a curious look, but followed. Alastor sensed that this wasn’t something he should listen in on and waited patiently for their return. 

Angel sighed again. “Do you seriously think we could work?” 

"You have no idea how much you have in common!!!" She seethed as she shook him. "Yes you are opposites to a fault. But you bring out the best in each other, that it's ridiculous!" She said, still shaking him.

“I-I don’t understand!” He replied getting dizzy.

"Oh! Sorry! Um… okay this is going to stay between us okay. Whatever is said in this room MUST NOT and WILL NOT leave this room! She said holding him in a death grip and looking him in the eyes.

“I- ok?” He was confused. ‘What’s so important that she'd keep something from Alastor, aren’t they a couple now?’

"Okay… so how familiar are you with the British mob?" She said carefully.

“... Very familiar..” Being a mobster in his life, he was familiar with many different mobs from many different countries. 

"... Okay… her father may or may not be the head of one of Britain's oldest gang affiliates…. The… Undertaker's…" she said quietly.

Angel sucked in a breath through his fanged teeth. He suddenly understood why it was a secret. “Shit..” He felt bad for her, he’d hated his life in the mob. Being in Hell was probably the freest he’d been since he came into being. “Did she escape it? And how?”

"Well to a degree. She made it clear to her family that she wanted a new life. The only catch that her father gave her was that she would not completely cut the family out of her life and that she'd earn money on her own terms, that she'd visit, and that she'd call them on the weekends…. And the reason that she got away with this is because…. She was their top hitman and…. performer…. Her mother owns the red light district…"

“Oh…” That… he did not expect at all. “She doesn't really seem like the type at all, she seems like she wouldn't harm a fly.” 

"Why do you think she was their top hitman? She looks like a homemaker or damsel in distress. Would you suspect someone like her to be a killer since she was thirteen? And I think you can already imagine how many perverts would pay to see her in lingerie?" She pointed out.

“Well, yeah. I guess you're right..” He laughed a bit. “Funny, I thought I was the only one..”

Janette offered a smile. "The only difference is that you're dead and a demon. If you think about it, it's like me and Al! But you HAVE to swear on your grave that YOU WILL NOT say anything about this to her. And only if SHE wants to talk about it okay? She can never know that I told you…."

“I understand. I’d be pissed to, if my friend told my crush that I was once a murderer and a sex worker.” Though his tone was amused, he was serious. He wouldn’t tell a soul, and especially not her herself. 

"Great! And as for visitations just send a text to Theressa and she'll call me to tell Alastor. If you don't have his number?" She questioned curiously .

“As coworkers or whatever, we all have eachothers numbers.” Angel replied. 

"Okay! You can just text or call him and he'll let you through. Oooohhhh! I'm so happy for you and her! She hasn't had a single guy that was serious about her yet. And even if they were, she wouldn't be interested. But now she is! And with you!" Janette cheered.

“Heheheh… Well, I don’t know how good I’ll be, but I’ll try..” He replied earnestly. 

"Oh~ you'll do fine! I can tell she really likes you!" She encouraged him as they walked back to the living room.

“I’ll try.” He replied again, pulling out his phone to text her. 

As the night went on Janette informed Al about the plan of action while she and Quinn made dinner. And afterwards she headed towards Atticus's room to read to him. The boy was absolutely delighted at having his favourite story, Little Red Riding Hood, read to him while he fell asleep. Meanwhile Angel was laughing at some of the texts and memes that he got from Theressa. While Husk stared awkwardly at his phone with a still clingy ghost boy attached to his hip.

After they all had dinner for a king, the crew went to the living room and got tucked in. By now the items in Janette's room were placed back in their proper spots. The only ones still up were Alastor and Janette.

“Janette, we need a photograph of this.” Alastor pointed at Ben curled on Husker’s chest. 

Janette smiled. She whispered, "Well do you have a phone? Cuz the only image I'll be able to get for Ben is an orb or a faint outline."

“I do, but I’m admittedly horrible at using it.” Alastor chuckled quietly, handing it over. “The 1930’s are more my speed.”

She chuckled. She turned on the camera and focused on the two. Then snapped a few good ones from each angle. "I can get these printed using my laptop and printer." She deviously smirked.

“Ohohohoho~ Yes~” Alastor was all in. “Husker will hate us so much for this~” He grinned his devilish grin. 

"That's the plan~" she giggled quietly. Leading him to her room. "Do you want to take the lead on this My Buckeroo~?" She kissed his cheek.

“Bien sûr que je le fais, Ma Biche~” Alastor purred in french, dipping her and kissing her with passion.

Translation: Of course I do, My Doe~

They mashed their lips in sync and slowly made it to her room and locked it. Janette then opened his jacket and shirt and untied his bowtie with her teeth. And then nipping at his scarred chest.

He pulled her out of her shirt and skirt feeling around with every intention of properly pleasuring her before he deflowered her. 

Janette tried to moan but Alastor covered her mouth. He looked down at her with a smirk.

“It’s only just begun… My Doe~” He took her to the bed and tugged off her panties and bra for more of his pleasuring her to the fullest.

She moaned into the kiss he gave her as he continued to prep her while he bit and sucked at her skin and licked her blood. Janette was in total ecstasy as she scratched his back desperately. And after about ten minutes of this he finally staked his claim on her…. Several times that night. And he made sure that no noise was made or leaked out of the room using his magic. But overall… It was a fun night.