It had been thirty years since Vox had landed in Hell and ten years since Vox and Alastor's friendship began. Vox had recently (accidentally) found out he could hypnotize demons. However, his other attempts after that had failed. Alastor, being the good friend he is, decided to help Vox practice.

That's why they were currently sitting on the floor of Vox's apartment, Vox's back against the couch, tenderly holding Alastor by the chin, face screwed up in concentration, legs on either side of Alastor's body, his left eye weakly spiraling. Alastor was just amused, leaning forward and staying still as a willing test subject. Nothing major had happened yet and both of them were getting quite bored. However, Alastor did notice the slight pixel blush that Vox's screen displayed. Alastor knew that his dearest picture box had a crush on him and he found it quite cute, in the way that one would pity and find a starving puppy cute. Alastor felt Vox's breath on him and smelled the TV sinner's cologne, something with mandarin and spices. Alastor didn't mind being close. In fact, he quite enjoyed the warmth and proximity this 'experiment provided. After another moment of silence, Alastor spoke up, his voice warm and teasing.

"What are you trying to make me do, darling?"