Forcing a laugh out of himself, Alastor let go of his death grip on Vox. He sat up, leaning back - and sat squarely on Vox's middle, pausing to laugh and run his hand through his hair. Rub a bit of the gore off of his face.

"Hah! Hahahah... talk about a mood swing," he sighed, leaning back over and tapping the half-shattered part of Vox's screen even as the cracks were slowly disappearing. "Sorry about that, old pal. Had a bout of insanity there. Nearly made you lose your head, hahahah!"