She's half doubled over trying to escape him by the time she decides, right that's it. Gasping for breath, held up only because he's tickling her, squealing and laughing and going pink in the face from the effort of even trying to breathe she's just that damn ticklish.

But enough of that. He has had quite enough fun at her poor, innocent expense.

So Angel picks him up.

One arm around his waist the second he gets free and hauls him like a sack of potatoes over her shoulder.

"Ha!"