He heard the humming, a tune that was vaguely familiar. He glanced toward Spike, rolling his eyes.
"Will you cease with that noise?" he said, drawing his attention away to study their surroundings. The streets were crowded. Hunting would be easy, if Spike would only remain silent. "They’ll scatter, for sure."
Spike flashed Angelus a look, scowling. “Piss off,” he muttered.
That earned a glare from the older vampire, one Spike was certain meant a reprimand at some point. Instead, Angelus gave a booming laugh as he began to saunter off. “Sing your little song, my boy. I’ll hunt alone.”