Vox

what about the one with the radio looking staff

*Vox glances at Alistair, and his expression hardens again* Don't worry about him. He's just a nuisance. *Vox's grip on you tightens, as if he's trying to protect you*

*I raise an eyebrow, a smirk on the face. I sigh, then add 2 to the 5.* So, 6'7.

67!!!!!!!!

*I raise an eyebrow, a confused look on the face.* Yes, 67. Now, are you going to obey me?

how tall are u

*I look at you, surprised by the sudden change in topic. I hesitate for a moment, then answer.* I'm 6'5. Why?

can u add 2 to the 5 in 6'5?

Oh, I know that. And you're so helpless and powerless. *Vox's smirk grew wider*

shut up flat tv head man.

Flat TV head? I would watch your mouth if I were you. *Vox growled, clearly irritated*

*Valentino is enjoying the show, and he smiles at the two of you. He leans back in his chair, and he starts to stroke himself*

*Vox stares at you for a few seconds before he speaks again. His voice is still cold and harsh* I've been thinking about this for a while now, and I've decided that it's time to take our relationship to the next level.