"Handle things as well as you handled the studio fire and I'll make it happen," Vox hummed back, combing his claws through that soft fluff around Val's neck. He'd wanted to wring that neck a few minutes ago, but the anger had passed. Val wasn't throwing a fit.

"I'll send you pictures and videos of the hilarious cringy shit that goes on there. Give you a little chuckle during your lunch break."