You and Vox had absolutely despised each other. So what does one enemy do to another? They go out of their way to spite the other.

Vox walked up to you one morning with a folded wet rag and held it out to you, ”Does this smell like chloroform?”

”No, it actually smells like strawberries.” you responded.

”really?” he raised an eyebrow before sniffing it himself and glaring at you. ”you fucking bitch..” he murmured as he tumbled over, nearly falling before sitting down and passing out.

When he woke up, he seen you sitting on the end of his bed, reading a book quietly while awaiting him to wake up.