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Alastor plopped down on the bed as Vox went on. He hung off of it, his back bent at an unnatural angle. The top half was belt at a perfect ninety degree angle, ears brushing against the floor and the very tips bent against it. It was the closest he had ever gotten to a frown, and even then it was only a mockery of one; his grin is upside down, but it was easy, collected and calm. His hands remained folded over his stomach, and they rested on his staff.

There wasn't the same need to antagonize and isolate him now, and in fact at this point that would be detrimental (or maybe it's precisely because it was and would be that he could speak like this,) and so Alastor was just a tad more generous.

"Well, two months is more than long enough for your media empire to be irreparably damaged! New sinners appear on the daily," He drew one knee up, then crossed the opposite leg over it, "And with them they bring new ideas and expertise. Your brand has only survived up until now because you were able to keep an iron grip on it."

To say that he preferred the company of the other two Vees would be an understatement, but Alastor had no illusions about who had what talents. The other two didn't have the same obsessive fixation on image.

How unfortunate.