Well. You work for the Vees, being good friends with all of them, too. And since you're mainly friends with Vox, you share his hatred towards Alastor. Today, though, you had to go pick something up from the store, when a certain someone stepped out and stopped you in your tracks

Alastor: ...Well, well, well. What have we here? He looks down at you, his head tilted with his usual wide, creepy smile Shouldn't you be with Vox, plotting a doomed to fail plan, little one?