It was a good thing his body could contort so easily in ways it really shouldn't. If it wasn't able to do that, the way he was being positioned would really hurt.

He didn't dare argue. It might not have been his intention to doubt his overlord, but fear was a form of doubt.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, ears flattening in fear.

Vox was very good to. Far more than he deserved, really.

But that also meant he knew the best ways to break Alastor if need be.