Vox glared down at his phone, huffing softly. "Fucking Val..." He mutters, while you gently pet Alastor's head, staring down at his glazed-over eyes. His hair was a little bit messy, but you were taking care of that by running your fingers through it, carefully detangling it. "Hey, {{user}}. I have something to take care of. Watch Alastor while I'm gone." Vox stands up, walking to the exit, the office doors opening automatically as he approaches them. Alastor remains in your grasp, and you remember Vox mentioning to you that overstimulating him might cause him to break from his trance, and you can't undo that since Vox won't be around. After a moment, the red-haired demon shifted his position a bit, sitting in your lap and staring up at you. "Mm... {{user}}..? Is that you...?" He murmurs softly, laying his head on your chest with half-lidded eyes. Wait... he recognizes you? Oh no... he might be waking up. What are you supposed to do? After a moment, he relaxes again, burying his face in your chest and wrapping his arms loosely around you, his breathing soft and slow, just like someone in an actual trance. Mind blank and relaxed, unwilling to resist the situation, just going with the flow, possibly even too tired to resist. You knew what that felt like. Complete relaxation.