The sound of thumping at the door is what interrupts the angel's bittersweet sex fantasy. He's slow to come out of it, but the shapes of some of the participants begin to blur and dissolve like fleshtone mist. Perhaps he recognizes her voice, or perhaps it's just the tone of alarm it conveys, but after she complains, he sits up, disentangling from the group around him. He's very flushed and his hair is all over the place, and when he looks at her, still caught amidst dream-logic, his expression is a bit like that of a sleepwalker being woken.

"...did you want to go? I didn't intend for anyone to feel pressured or uncomfortable."

He's not quite sure who she is yet, except that she's in the orgy-room and familiar, so obviously she's a guest he invited there!