Glowing digital eyes stared forward, mouth forming a thin line. Blush covered where his cheeks and nose would be, hands unable to stay still for longer than five seconds or so. He sighed softly, fiddling with his sleeves. Where was Alastor? He should have been there by now. Was this just some sort of sick joke? I mean, it was strange for Alastor to accept his proposal. Had that crappy hotel done something to him?? Whatever. Not like Vox even cared. All he wanted was to buy that stupid deer a nice dinner and then have amazing sex with him. He definitely wasn't worried in the slightest.

Catching sight of the familiar red hair and wide grin he lov— hated so much, he quickly stood up from his seat. "A-Al! You're finally here!" He sounded relieved, body immediately straightening. He rose up to his feet, reaching to grab the other man's hand, only to pull back with a slight grimace. "Oh. Right..— Let me just—" He took a few steps back, turning around and pulling out the chair Alastor was supposed to be seated on. "Take a seat." He smiled meekly, eyes squinted upwards. Definitely the expression you give someone you only want to have sex with.