"No, Angel. I'm in no mood for this." He willed his pants to be righted, but left his shirt off, wings rustling against his back in a sign of his agitation. He considered willing away his arousal, as well, but instead left it as it was, knowing he deserved the frustration, for his little tantrum.
Turning away, he headed back to the couch, resuming his drink. His hand was a vice around the glass, although it didn't break, probably for the fear of what he would do if it did.