That claw... a single gentle touch to his middle had Alastor shiver, and thanks to his physical contact, Vox undoubtedly noticed.

Still, he kept his composure... Alastor stared at Vox through half lidded eyes for a while before leaning in again, gently wiping at the blood smeared on the screen.

"And then you'll have your own child to make the following years even more of a hoot. I suppose I'll have to fight my way back in once I break the chains on me."

He couldn't picture Vox, with all of his rage and hatred, simply taking him in good faith. Nor could he imagine a child accepting him, honestly... poor pet didn't deserve a parent like Alastor.

...Not that Vox was particularly superior to him, especially not with his goons around, but...

"You can't keep me away for good~"