"I will neither confirm nor deny such a thing's existence," Alastor said cheerfully. "It'll leave you wondering if it's worth the effort to go looking for it and seeing if I write things like 'Mr. and Mr. Vox' in the margins."

He'd certainly had more than enough roles in the 80s and 90s where at least some lovestruck teenager had made those ridiculous little doodles.

He rose from the desk after locking the computer, meeting Vox as he came around.

"We're using the good sound system I see." He leaned forward to touch his forehead against Vox's screen, angling his head just so to avoid stabbing him with the short antlers.