This isn't the energy he wanted after a successful transformation. He wanted to either fuck up and die, or clean himself up, hide until he healed for good, then make a dramatic reveal.

Instead here he was, stuck on mute, he'd gotten assistance but he'd mortified his best contractee. With a sigh (that sounded more wet than probably was healthy), Vox followed to where Alastor was and gave him a few pats on the back.