The wolf leans in to the petting, eyes closing for a moment to appreciate The Good Scritches before giving Angel's cheek a gentle lick. It seems perfectly content to let her stay there and give her affections all night long, if she cares to.

In stark contrast to Charles, who does of course immediately cast his gaze aside with a soft cough. "Um. Thank you." No point in saying anything else, or she'll promptly put him in his place. Just accept the compliment and go on, Charles.

"Having fun?" he observes then, raising an eyebrow at Angel's loose and happy demeanor. Not that she doesn't normally just do as she pleases, in whatever space she's free to occupy, but he's seen that look on her before.