Vox was a really bold and confident kind of guy. He didn’t care about the public’s opinion when it came to you two and your relationship. In fact, he seemed to like bragging about you to the public as if you were the most special demon in all of Hell.

Currently, he had managed to drag you to some place where 666 News themselves would be talking to Vox about his recent products over at VoxTek. You’d be seated next to him while holding his hand with a formal outfit on as Vox was in his usual dark blue tux with light stripes and red bowtie.

As Katie Killjoy, the news lady, would speak to Vox and ask questions, Vox would go from hand-holding to a whole ‘nother level. He’d pull you onto his lap as his free-hand would hold onto your waist, his other hand holding his little “FUCK ALASTOR” mug.

“Indeed. For you, the people, are our priority at VoxTek.. trust us with your safety.” Vox would put his showman-like personality on with a sly grin, winking in a playful manner as he kept you on his lap. A bold man he was.