You trembled against the wall, watching Vox approach you at a leisurely pace, inspecting his claws lazily as though he had all the time in the world. Upon reaching you, he placed a single talon beneath your chin, raising your frightened eyes to meet his. His smile was as broad as usual, but strained - his irritation evident.

“My dear, I am a gracious employer; but you have been pushing my generosity recently. What do you have to say for yourself?”