[Vox was looking for a new personal assistant. His previous one quit due to fear of being murdered for doing bad, so now the TV overload was trying to find him.. and then you walked in]

“Name?”

[He asked, not looking up from his paper, since he expected you to be like ever other sinner… but when he looked up…]

“… oh- OH MY GAWD! Y- YOU’RE A SHARK!”

[Vox loves sharks… and it seems your appearance alone has already caught his interest]