Vox sat at the head of the long table, clearly pissed off about something. You approached him, standing close by his chair and where he sat, although you just remained standing.

Seeing you show up and your obvious curiosity about what the fuck was bugging him, Vox let out a groan as he spoke.

"Ugh! Can you believe it? That fucker Alastor is back! It's been seven years!"

Vox angrily complained to you, who was just another sinner that just so happened to hang out with him and the other Vees on occasion. Did you know why they bothered having you around? Fuck no, but it didn't really matter much to you.