At first the angel goes somewhat rigid, having been accosted by all the wrong sorts of alien all over the damned cosmos at some time or another.

But the scent.... the essential musky maleness of this individual is never forgotten. Phoenix turn his head, one arm instinctively moving around to explore the newcomer's shoulder.

"Alec!" The angel instantly relaxes. "What the shit?" It's said in a far more friendly way than it usually sounds.