...Was it weird to just be okay like this, in retrospect? He always liked a pretty little thing sitting on top of hi-- Can he NOT think with his dicks right now, they were having a conversation and Alastor is an asshole who is USING HIM and he needed to get his shit together-

Alastor slipped off the desk and he sat up, yelped a bit in surprise with the swirling magic, and...

Oh.

Vox's hands flew to the lapels as he looked down upon himself, sporting a gray like an approaching storm and a dark blue neck tie.

He snorted, and made a show of rolling his eyes. "...I guess I'm not billing you for my dry cleaning. This isn't gonna pull a Cinderella on me, is it? I've got a number of meetings today."