He didn't quite know what he was expecting of Angelo's reaction. Even books would say that he wasn't the kindest of angels and being 'utterly pitiless' wasn't exactly a lie. As time went on he did grow apathetic towards the plight of humans and how morally grey their worlds could be. Instead he saw everything cast in black and white, favouring those with pure souls and coddling them while he damned the ones with even the slightest tarnish to hell.
"Not pitiless?" He muttered, though he couldn't help but grin slightly and meet him in the middle with the kiss. Oh, so he wasn't too badly effected then. Huh, Angelo continued to surprise him at almost every turn.
There was that warm feeling in the pit of his stomach that always kind of made him squirm, though it was nice to let it in again. It wasn't an unusual feeling and he'd certainly felt it before, but it had been a very long time since he acknowledged it, let alone act on it.
He put his hand on Angelo's arm as if to steady himself. "You certainly don't know me very well, do you?"
In truth, he couldn't quite bring himself to be upset over the revelation. In comparison, his seemed so much worse. He'd murdered someone - a violent, bloody death - and Tybalt had seen it. In comparison, finding out that his boyfriend (were they boyfriends? That was the question of the hour) had been described as 'pitiless' seemed like such a minor thing.
Angelo deepened the kiss, encouraged by the feel of Tybalt's hand on his leg. Or he supposed it was Puriel now - was his true (judgemental) name appropriate to even use? It seemed a bit weighty for an innocent makeout session.