[aha-- and vox backs off easily enough, not going to tempt fate so early in their little arrangement. he laughs, anyway, holding up his hands. he's backing off, he is, for real.
but he does leer, a bit, as alastor becomes alice again. he scrutinizes him - her - alice-tor - as he rises form his chair, noting all the similarities between sister and demon besides the obvious. the withering look is the same, he can say that with confidence! and there's something in the set of the shoulders that suggests the overwhelming presence of the demon within.
it's still a leer, though, all the way down and all the way back up. he sighs, so very put-upon, now that he has to do his job that he created himself.]
Of course, Sister. My focus and my attention both are sharp.
[emphasized, naturally, by his hand pressing into the small of alastor's back just briefly, as he passes by to the door.]
We have a meeting later, don't we? To discuss our budget for the next quarter?
[ in response to that leer. he, somehow, didn't expect the touches to increase once vox knew what he actually was. the touch to the small of his back isn't unfamiliar, but he does spare vox a glance as he eases into following after him, eyes rolling behind his back. ]
Yes, Father. We do have a meeting later. Shall I ready for that by preparing the paperwork or do you require my assistance for your sermon as well?
[ low, almost amused. he knows the answer, but at least he can have a little fun himself. ]
[don't say sexy shit so soon before he has to go give a sermon, jesus. vox laughs again, looking back over his shoulder.]
Oh, you know your presence is such a boon to our sermons. Besides, didn't you say the other sisters need your guidance? I'd hate to leave them all by their lonesome.
[teehee. sit front and center, please and thank you.
so: the sermon. it's completely normal, except for the noticeable way vox seems more... peppy than usual. very enthusiastic today, father vernon, enough that some of the congregation even murmur about it while he's doing his thing at the podium.
and if he keeps flashing sister alice a very particular smile, well, maybe the other sisters are just imagining that, and anyway, that's none of their business... teehee...
back in his office later, he does get through most of the budget work they have to do before he sits back and considers alastor.]
So. I have a question. [a beat.] How do you wind up in Hell? You know, now that it's apparently real.
[ and alastor is there for the sermon, as he always is. he's demure and attentive and supportive, though he does tilt his head and give 'shy' little smiles in response to the way vox keeps looking at him.
may as well keep anyone from thinking they can get vox's eyes to wander, or to expect him to maybe make a move. alastor will endure a lot if it means he has every single drop of vox's attention.
once they're settled in the office again things go smoothly; he sits with his legs crossed at the knee, still fully in human form, and arches an eyebrow at the question. ]
Are you asking what I did to go to Hell?
[ his head tilts, smile widening, and he leans over to slowly walk his fingers up vox's sternum. ]
I killed two dozen men for varying reasons, from beating their wives to looking at me the wrong way. [ as he says wrong way, two clawed fingers grip vox's chin. ] Some, as one might imagine, are worse reasons to those up above than others.
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but he does leer, a bit, as alastor becomes alice again. he scrutinizes him - her - alice-tor - as he rises form his chair, noting all the similarities between sister and demon besides the obvious. the withering look is the same, he can say that with confidence! and there's something in the set of the shoulders that suggests the overwhelming presence of the demon within.
it's still a leer, though, all the way down and all the way back up. he sighs, so very put-upon, now that he has to do his job that he created himself.]
Of course, Sister. My focus and my attention both are sharp.
[emphasized, naturally, by his hand pressing into the small of alastor's back just briefly, as he passes by to the door.]
We have a meeting later, don't we? To discuss our budget for the next quarter?
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[ in response to that leer. he, somehow, didn't expect the touches to increase once vox knew what he actually was. the touch to the small of his back isn't unfamiliar, but he does spare vox a glance as he eases into following after him, eyes rolling behind his back. ]
Yes, Father. We do have a meeting later. Shall I ready for that by preparing the paperwork or do you require my assistance for your sermon as well?
[ low, almost amused. he knows the answer, but at least he can have a little fun himself. ]
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Oh, you know your presence is such a boon to our sermons. Besides, didn't you say the other sisters need your guidance? I'd hate to leave them all by their lonesome.
[teehee. sit front and center, please and thank you.
so: the sermon. it's completely normal, except for the noticeable way vox seems more... peppy than usual. very enthusiastic today, father vernon, enough that some of the congregation even murmur about it while he's doing his thing at the podium.
and if he keeps flashing sister alice a very particular smile, well, maybe the other sisters are just imagining that, and anyway, that's none of their business... teehee...
back in his office later, he does get through most of the budget work they have to do before he sits back and considers alastor.]
So. I have a question. [a beat.] How do you wind up in Hell? You know, now that it's apparently real.
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[ and alastor is there for the sermon, as he always is. he's demure and attentive and supportive, though he does tilt his head and give 'shy' little smiles in response to the way vox keeps looking at him.
may as well keep anyone from thinking they can get vox's eyes to wander, or to expect him to maybe make a move. alastor will endure a lot if it means he has every single drop of vox's attention.
once they're settled in the office again things go smoothly; he sits with his legs crossed at the knee, still fully in human form, and arches an eyebrow at the question. ]
Are you asking what I did to go to Hell?
[ his head tilts, smile widening, and he leans over to slowly walk his fingers up vox's sternum. ]
I killed two dozen men for varying reasons, from beating their wives to looking at me the wrong way. [ as he says wrong way, two clawed fingers grip vox's chin. ] Some, as one might imagine, are worse reasons to those up above than others.