Alastor had been rearranging a few meetings and answering emails that didn't require Vox's direct input so his overlord...his fellow overlord...could rest. He was so focused on the task that the door suddenly bursting open would prompt Alastor to jump in his seat.

He turned to face Vox, fingers poised over the keyboard. He was dressed down without his typical coat. His sleeves were rolled up, and his glasses were perched on his nose.

"And what are you doing up?" he asked teasingly.