Vox grabbed onto Alastor's shoulder, claws digging in - nowhere near as potent as the angelic wound, obviously, but Alastor's anger just fueled Vox. Maybe Alastor needed his help because of how much he fucked up. And more importantly.

"You know, I think I will say yes. Because then I'll have a front row seat to seeing you get completely fucked all over again when Heaven gets back off its ass."