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Angelo had actually cornered one of the caterers and was enthusiastically interrogating inquiring of them about various details about the event. Some people might say he let out an alarmed yelp when the hands settled over his eyes. Ignore those people, they are vicious liars. The place was too crowded to teleport anywhere at ground level, and he abruptly changed his grip on the pen he was holding, preparing to drive it into the hands over his eyes before the inevitable chloroform or inhibitor collar could be coming.

Thankfully, Angelo's olfactory recognition works only slightly slower than his training. He recognizes the gingerbread hand lotion he'd gotten Charlotte. He forcibly relaxes his posture.

"Oh... hello, bella." He turns around and smiles, dumbstruck by her all dressed up before he kisses one hand. "Charlotte, we have talked about that..." He blushes furiously.