Alastor merely seals off the channels to their radio communication once again, effectively walling Vox out as he had done all those years back, turning his attention to Charlie with a smile like a jagged knife.

"My dear, don't speak such nonsense."

Olive branch, indeed.

"Vox, I need to speak with you privately. Immediately, if you would?"

He may not own Vox's soul from their deal, no chain of green, but there would surely still be a distinct tug to obey. After all, Vox had foolishly agreed to Alastor being his boss while in the hotel.