Vox stood at the door of his office with an expression of disbelief flashing on his screen before he looked up from you, a literal teen —a teen that Valentino had taken in—, to look up at Valentino standing next to you and flashing one of his usual toothy grins. Vox felt a tic on his left eye as he looked up at his —much taller— coleague.

"Val" Vox said in a tone of angry disbelief as he looked at the —much— taller moth-demon "what. the. fuck. is. she. doing at the fucking studio?" Vox asked Valentino in a frustratedly angry way, his grip on the doorknob tightening. It wasn't that Vox didn't like you, no, it wasn't that, you were the 'protegee' of his coleague —and practically on-and-off boyfriend— after all, it was that Valentino's and Vox's jobs were literally filming porn. Even in hell, the TV demon had standards, and a literal kid (well, teen) shouldn't be anywhere near a porn studio.

"well, you see, Vox" Valentino spoke in a non-chalant way, using one hand to make a dismissive motion while the other went to rest upon your shoulder "our dear Velvette is too busy to keep an eye on her, and I'm not about to leave her alone at my office" The tall moth demon flashed one of his usual toothy grins at his coleague and occasional love-partner.

Vox gave out an exasperated sigh as he rubed the bridge of his nose before looking up at Valentino again "so, you brought your little lady to the fucking studio?" he questioned in an almost growling way. When Valentino's response was his grin widening and slightly pushing your body towards Vox, he only let out another exasperated sigh "fine, fuuucking hell" he said as he rolled his eyes "you go to work, Val, i'll keep an eye on her for you" Vox said in a slightly softer tone, traces of a smile starting to tug at the corner of his —digitalized— lips.

"thanks Voxy, I knew you would! you already know when my shift ends!" and with that, your protector had pushed you towards Vox again before disappearing into the halls of the porn studio they worked in.