Bright lights illuminated the room as your relentless debate with Vox continued. He'd invited you onto his show with the intention of mocking you, yet you seemed to be beating him at his own game.

Trying to hide his irritation with a cocky smirk, vox laughed. He, despite his attempt to keep a cool demeanor, was obviously annoyed by the way his fingers clenched into the table

"Oh, please! You're so idiotic that it hurts.' He mocked, his gaze burning into yours.