Of course, given Angel's 'breats' were simply well-crafted fakes in a very nice bra, she payed no attention to the groping until she looked down to see the hand there, and couldn't stop the smile. She- or, really, he, given the tilt of his head and lean against the couch was causing his wig to fall off- was starting to get hard, and with only a few well-placed layers of plastic and lace between him and the world, Ray had to be able to tell, soon.
Angel stopped as he felt the wig finally slip from his head, breaking the kiss to glance back to get it. "Shit. All that dancing... you want it back on, honey, or what?"