Vox

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[hypnotic-broadcast]

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[taira-temiary]

I have a headcanon that some of Vox’s parts can wear out over time—like his processor—so he has to replace them occasionally. That’s actually how he ended up switching from a square TV head to a plasma screen.

He also has a trusted person who takes care of replacing those parts, and it’s most likely Velvette, since she actually knows her way around technology. Valentino, with his silliness, would probably just break him by accident.

It’s even possible that this already happened once—Val mixed up the wires, and Velvet had to fix Vox afterward so he wouldn’t literally die.

[qris-idk]

Merry Sinsmas and Christmas everyone!

[lace-hazbin]

Vox and Alastor go to couples therapy

[t-hal-mothman]

STATIC SHUTTER

to be honest I don't remember when I drew it, it was just hanging out on my computer for a while, so apparently it's time for this comic to be published xD After season 2, we all need something soft, yes…

I just hope that Vox doesn't suffocate under the Val live man, be strong and give your business partner a big hug.

[snaakk]

[castledevil]

VOX

Hazbin Hotel (2024- ) 02x08 "Curtain Call"

[sikwari]

I like the concept of interacting with a character who has friendship issues and is the friendliest character in hell

[hypnotic-broadcast]

He was grateful when Alastor didn't pull away from the hug. Vox was a very touchy sort of person, so it only made sense that he would crave physical contact whenever his emotions reached a boiling point.

The soft crackle of feedback from the deer was soon joined by a quiet buzzing of static from Vox. The television kept his screen buried in Alastor's shoulder for as long as he was allowed; content to soak in the warmth the other provided. As the seconds crawled on, he could feel his emotions settling into something much more manageable.

Antennae perked when Alastor spoke, a soft hum of acknowledgement leaving Vox. "None," he answered, honestly. Reluctantly, he finally released Alastor, claws threading themselves together as he resisted the urge to pick at his hands. "I blocked what's left of the day off for you. I don't have anything scheduled until tomorrow."

He offered an incredibly soft grin, eyes only able to briefly meet Alastor's before flicking back off to the side. "Why? Were you interested in cuddling up to me?" It was a light tease- one that held even less bite than usual, thanks to how bashful Vox was being. He tugged at his collar, hiding the scarred skin beneath its folds once more. "I suppose I could allow a sleepover."

[radioiaci]

When Vox finally relinquished his hold on the radio demon, Alastor worked to flatten his fur back down and lower whatever hackles had raised as a result. A small shake of his ears finally released the remainder of his tension, and he settled back against the seat as he gave a gentle roll of his eyes in response to the other's tease.

"I never cuddle," he lied. They'd done it at least a handful of times by now - and Vox knew it. But using such a cutesy and juvenile term threatened his own reputation, even if the conversation was kept between them in the moment.

"But, if you tantalize me with a dinner prior to said sleeping over... I might be more amenable to the things that come along with it, yes?"

Always hungry. Doing anything for food, as he was known to do. But he did not think Vox to be opposed to the prospect of them having both an evening and night relegated to just themselves. Until Alastor would wake early in the morning and make his way back to the hotel before anyone realized he had not been there in the night.

"Dinner and drinks, actually."

Tacking that on. Because he would need to be at least a little tipsy for added reassurance.

"You know, I could really go for some lobster risotto... maybe alongside some shrimp in romesco sauce..."

Now his mind was wandering.

Clearly, he was hungry.

[hypnotic-broadcast]

"Greedy bastard," Vox chided, gaze soft. "Staying over was your idea." He wasn't surprised, though. Alastor clearly enjoyed being pampered, and Vox could hardly say no. Unfortunately, the smug deer in front of him was his biggest weakness. He would do almost anything to please the man.

"I'll get you your risotto and your shrimp," Vox huffed, flapping a hand nonchalantly. "There's a really good restaurant on the other side of the city that should be able to pull it off. I own the head chef. It'll be here in less than an hour." Oh, the wonders of contracts.

With a flick of his wrist, Vox pulled up a holographic screen. He put in Alastor's requested order, then sifted through the menu until he found something for himself. A simple steak, medium-rare, with a bed of rice pilaf sounded easy enough. Vox had always been iffy with certain textures, so that sounded like a safe option.

"Do I have to bribe you with alcohol now, or do I get to enjoy the soft texture of your fur while we wait?"

[hypnotic-broadcast]

There were only a handful of people aware of his scarring. He hid it beneath the layers of his clothes in almost every setting. Public, private, personal. It was ugly, and it never failed to leave a sour taste in his mouth when he looked at it for too long. So, to have eyes staring directly at it; moving to inspect it with sharp talons?

Well, the need to claw at the damned thing only increased with each passing moment. It felt itchy and raw, despite having healed over many years ago. No matter how many times he upgraded himself, or changed the television that acted as his head, that scar still remained. Ever-present and haunting. A reminder of the one time he had allowed himself to truly open up to someone, only to have his heart shattered.

Refocusing on the present, Vox held his breath when he felt Alastor make contact with the old wound. The touch was surprisingly light and tender, leaving only the lingering sensation of an unsatisfied itch as they brushed along the skin. Vox's own claws twitched in response.

He was a bit more prepared this time when his partner leaned in to kiss his neck, then sit back to offer him a nod. Acceptance. Understanding. Validation. Vox breathed in sharply, realizing he had been holding his breath for almost the entirety of the short interaction. The gills and vents beneath his shirt sputtered in relief at the return of air flow.

Stunned and lost in Alastor's eyes, Vox's reaction to the gentle thunk of their heads was slow. He pressed into it, eyes slipping shut as he reached for Alastor to pull him into a tight embrace. He didn't care for the way his emotions felt almost suffocating, but there wasn't much he could do about it. This was such a stupid thing to get emotional over. It was just a scar. It didn't really mean anything. Not in the grand scheme of things. Yet, Alastor's acceptance and incredibly gentle handling of the situation made the weight in his shoulders feel a little lighter.

[radioiaci]

Being touched in such a way not of his own accord was always a bit jarring. Especially with arms wrapped so snugly around him that he likely could not escape without the use of his power. A display which he did not presently want to resort to. It made his fur bristle and muscles tense, but Alastor chose, in that moment, to make an active effort to diffuse his default reaction to such a gesture.

It was fine. This was fine.

Hard habits to break, but the radio demon managed to tamp down on any immediate responses that might have made the television believe that he was not a willing participant in this exchange. Not after the act of treating his car with some moderate reverence; it would not track well.

Instead, he chose to endure, the smallest of buzzes of feedback stemming from the effort, but not alarmingly so.

It was only after a full minute had passed that he gave a small clearing of his throat.

"What level of resistance might I meet if I said that I was not interested in returning to the hotel tonight?" Alastor floated as a general idea in Vox's direction, the implication obvious. He had been given quite the gift, after all. And while he fought his internal demons to keep from biting unnecessarily for unexpected contact, it did not mean that he was sick of Vox's presence.

He wanted more of it, in fact. Without too much pressure of time keeping him alert and aware.

[hypnotic-broadcast]

He was grateful when Alastor didn't pull away from the hug. Vox was a very touchy sort of person, so it only made sense that he would crave physical contact whenever his emotions reached a boiling point.

The soft crackle of feedback from the deer was soon joined by a quiet buzzing of static from Vox. The television kept his screen buried in Alastor's shoulder for as long as he was allowed; content to soak in the warmth the other provided. As the seconds crawled on, he could feel his emotions settling into something much more manageable.

Antennae perked when Alastor spoke, a soft hum of acknowledgement leaving Vox. "None," he answered, honestly. Reluctantly, he finally released Alastor, claws threading themselves together as he resisted the urge to pick at his hands. "I blocked what's left of the day off for you. I don't have anything scheduled until tomorrow."

He offered an incredibly soft grin, eyes only able to briefly meet Alastor's before flicking back off to the side. "Why? Were you interested in cuddling up to me?" It was a light tease- one that held even less bite than usual, thanks to how bashful Vox was being. He tugged at his collar, hiding the scarred skin beneath its folds once more. "I suppose I could allow a sleepover."

[hypnotic-broadcast]

Alastor's more possessive nature was rather endearing, all things considered. Vox liked the attention, and enjoyed knowing that Alastor cared enough to be possessive.

Every one of his thoughts stilled, however, when Alastor began reaching a hand out towards his neck. Vox stiffened, but made no move to stop it. He tried to mentally prepare for the feeling of an outsider's hands touching such a vulnerable part of his body. But, it never came. Instead, Vox felt Alastor's claws graze against the underside of his head, then lift up.

He waited with baited breath for Alastor to say something. He watched as the deer leaned in to better inspect it, only to feel lips press a gentle kiss to the skin surrounding his scar. Vox's antennae stood straight up, eyes widening as his face flushed with a very obvious hue of blue.

A soft huff of air left him. Alastor really was unpredictable.

Uncertain on how to respond, he relaxed his body and leaned more towards his partner. The affection had certainly calmed some of his nerves. "... You can touch. If you want," he mumbled, voice hushed.

[radioiaci]

He'd half expected Vox to respond somewhat poorly to the gesture - or to react with awkwardness, if nothing else. But what he did not anticipate was the further invitation to engage with the scarring, much as it seemed as though the physical sensation might have brought about some discomfort.

Alastor was not entirely deaf to the implication; the amount of trust on display. Even if was tentative or otherwise balanced on a razor's edge, the radio demon would take it for what it was worth, briefly glancing up at the other as though silently confirming what he was saying before turning his attention back down to the scarring.

There was no intent to harm here. Not if he wanted to maintain the privilege. And so when he finally did brush claws over it, it was a tender thing, gentle and without any rough or disrespectful treatment. Even if, in the back of his mind which would always search for the upper hand, he was making a mental note of its sensitivity.

In a worst case scenario, at least he knew that the head could be severed.

Part of him detested that he even felt compelled to collect that information. But the other part of him knew it to only be practical.

Still, he would allude to nothing of the sort, replacing the touch of his claws with another kiss, this time directly to that scar. A brief, soft brush of lips that did not linger, but offered anyway before he pulled back to his own space and gave a nod. As if to say: I see. And I accept it as is.

But he had little else to contribute than that, opting instead to lightly and gently thunk his own head against Vox's with some brazen affection.

[hypnotic-broadcast]

There were only a handful of people aware of his scarring. He hid it beneath the layers of his clothes in almost every setting. Public, private, personal. It was ugly, and it never failed to leave a sour taste in his mouth when he looked at it for too long. So, to have eyes staring directly at it; moving to inspect it with sharp talons?

Well, the need to claw at the damned thing only increased with each passing moment. It felt itchy and raw, despite having healed over many years ago. No matter how many times he upgraded himself, or changed the television that acted as his head, that scar still remained. Ever-present and haunting. A reminder of the one time he had allowed himself to truly open up to someone, only to have his heart shattered.

Refocusing on the present, Vox held his breath when he felt Alastor make contact with the old wound. The touch was surprisingly light and tender, leaving only the lingering sensation of an unsatisfied itch as they brushed along the skin. Vox's own claws twitched in response.

He was a bit more prepared this time when his partner leaned in to kiss his neck, then sit back to offer him a nod. Acceptance. Understanding. Validation. Vox breathed in sharply, realizing he had been holding his breath for almost the entirety of the short interaction. The gills and vents beneath his shirt sputtered in relief at the return of air flow.

Stunned and lost in Alastor's eyes, Vox's reaction to the gentle thunk of their heads was slow. He pressed into it, eyes slipping shut as he reached for Alastor to pull him into a tight embrace. He didn't care for the way his emotions felt almost suffocating, but there wasn't much he could do about it. This was such a stupid thing to get emotional over. It was just a scar. It didn't really mean anything. Not in the grand scheme of things. Yet, Alastor's acceptance and incredibly gentle handling of the situation made the weight in his shoulders feel a little lighter.

[moomooofdoom]

@prince-liest said if i drew huggies then id get a drabble and i am not immune to bribery especially when i was gonna draw it anyway

So here's Vee hugs! I need them to love each other forever okay.

You can read the fic HERE

[hypnotic-broadcast]

The question posed earned a soft, airy laugh. "Nobody important," he answered, eyes half-lidded. "They were insignificant squabbles in the grand scheme of things. Everyone involved has long since been removed from the equation." After Alastor had shot down his initial request to become business partners, Vox had been reckless. Manic. Stupid. In his quest to gain power and notoriety, he had made a few enemies. They weren't really a problem anymore.

He thought about teasing Alastor for showing any ounce of care, but he didn't want to risk discouraging the action. It felt nice to have someone invested, even if from a distance.

The TV felt static encroaching on the edges of his screen when Alastor spoke again. He dropped his hand as soon as he realized its placement, claws curling in towards his palm. "I do," he answered. The cool metal of the ring around his finger felt nice against his warm hands. What a stupid thing to be nervous about. Frustrated, and more than a little embarrassed with himself at his initial reaction to the question, Vox reached up to tug down the collar of his shirt.

An almost nervous laughter bubbled out from his throat as he showed off the jagged scar. The much lighter shade of blue stood out against the rest of his skin. It encircled his entire neck and was slightly concaved, making it even more noticeable. "Ripping your own head off while spiraling isn't exactly a clean process. It was bound to leave evidence." While he was insanely proud of his handiwork, the emotions and memories that coincided with his very first attempt at upgrading himself were.... Less than pleasant.

[radioiaci]

Relaxing only slightly when Vox clarified, it was clear that the other knew such a notion bothered him. Alastor was a possessive creature by nature, and it did not please him to be clued into the prospect of someone actively making an attempt to harm the television as long as they were bound. He did not doubt Vox to be perfectly capable of managing his own affairs -

But that did not change his feelings on the matter.

Alastor was distracted, however, by the explanation of Vox's discomfort, glancing down to where he exposed the scarring. It was possible he may have noticed it once or twice in their time together... but he'd not thought to ask about its origin. Knowing how he himself was coated in lingering evidence of wounds and lacerations along the entirety of his body, it had simply not come to mind to quest after a source or a reason.

But now, he understood, his red gaze traveling over the details of that scar tempted to reach out and touch it, but knowing that it might not be the most comfortable sensation.

Hm.

He extended a hand, lightly tipping Vox's head up so that he could observe the scarring more closely.

And on impulse, he leaned in, pressing a kiss - not to the scar itself, for concerns of the gesture being painful or unappreciated - but to the flesh near it.

Saying nothing as he did.

[hypnotic-broadcast]

Alastor's more possessive nature was rather endearing, all things considered. Vox liked the attention, and enjoyed knowing that Alastor cared enough to be possessive.

Every one of his thoughts stilled, however, when Alastor began reaching a hand out towards his neck. Vox stiffened, but made no move to stop it. He tried to mentally prepare for the feeling of an outsider's hands touching such a vulnerable part of his body. But, it never came. Instead, Vox felt Alastor's claws graze against the underside of his head, then lift up.

He waited with baited breath for Alastor to say something. He watched as the deer leaned in to better inspect it, only to feel lips press a gentle kiss to the skin surrounding his scar. Vox's antennae stood straight up, eyes widening as his face flushed with a very obvious hue of blue.

A soft huff of air left him. Alastor really was unpredictable.

Uncertain on how to respond, he relaxed his body and leaned more towards his partner. The affection had certainly calmed some of his nerves. "... You can touch. If you want," he mumbled, voice hushed.

[hypnotic-broadcast]

The soft hum of familiar feedback felt incredibly comforting to Vox. It blended pleasantly into the background as he rambled with increasing excitement. He didn't even notice Alastor's efforts to lead him elsewhere. His feet moved on their own accord without even a moment of pause during his explanation.

"You never know! My paranoia is a bitch most of the time, but it keeps me alive. I've had severe damage done to my head in the past, and I'd rather not be permanently quelled by something preventable." The sheer amount of contingency plans Vox had in place... Well, it was a very long list.

He very suddenly became aware that Alastor had, somehow, managed to get him to relocate without realizing it when he was lightly pushed into a chair. He blinked, antennae standing straight up in mild surprise. His gaze quickly returned to Alastor when the deer decided to make himself comfortable.

Then came the little signifier that Alastor had actually been paying attention to him. A genuine smile appeared on his screen, his gaze softening tremendously. "In a way, yes. One cannot really survive without the other, but my body is what provides power and other important functions to my head." He unconsciously raised a hand to rub at his neck, thumb slipping beneath the collar to touch the jagged scar there. "How else do you think I was able to survive removing my own head? I did that by myself- without anyone else knowing."

[radioiaci]

"Severe damage done by whom?"

Not counting him. They'd been in enough fights, he was sure, to account for any number of things Vox had in his arsenal to keep from sustaining major damage. But Alastor was not in a mood to hear about past squabbles. (As if that's all they had been. And not traumatic, relationship-ending and momentous encounters. But that was neither here nor there. They were sitting. Right now. Being pleasant. It was fine.)

But Alastor was vindictive. If Vox had not yet taken care of potential threats to his giant head, then Alastor would quite happily make a note to do it for him. He doubted Vox would have permitted such a transgression to stand, however.

Noticing, for the first time, the small, nervous gesture of the other's hand rubbing near to his throat, Alastor's ears perked slightly.

"...Do you have lingering evidence of it?" He dared to ask, not wanting to outright and blatantly call him out on his not-so-subtle gesture. Or... not wanting to do so without some tact, anyway. But Alastor had to actively keep himself from reaching out to investigate further. He did not think the gesture to be appreciated in the moment.

[hypnotic-broadcast]

The question posed earned a soft, airy laugh. "Nobody important," he answered, eyes half-lidded. "They were insignificant squabbles in the grand scheme of things. Everyone involved has long since been removed from the equation." After Alastor had shot down his initial request to become business partners, Vox had been reckless. Manic. Stupid. In his quest to gain power and notoriety, he had made a few enemies. They weren't really a problem anymore.

He thought about teasing Alastor for showing any ounce of care, but he didn't want to risk discouraging the action. It felt nice to have someone invested, even if from a distance.

The TV felt static encroaching on the edges of his screen when Alastor spoke again. He dropped his hand as soon as he realized its placement, claws curling in towards his palm. "I do," he answered. The cool metal of the ring around his finger felt nice against his warm hands. What a stupid thing to be nervous about. Frustrated, and more than a little embarrassed with himself at his initial reaction to the question, Vox reached up to tug down the collar of his shirt.

An almost nervous laughter bubbled out from his throat as he showed off the jagged scar. The much lighter shade of blue stood out against the rest of his skin. It encircled his entire neck and was slightly concaved, making it even more noticeable. "Ripping your own head off while spiraling isn't exactly a clean process. It was bound to leave evidence." While he was insanely proud of his handiwork, the emotions and memories that coincided with his very first attempt at upgrading himself were.... Less than pleasant.

[hypnoticmoth]

At Voxtek, we strive for nothing less than perfection ~

Or something something about feeling inadequate (totally not projecting)

[hypnotic-broadcast]

If Alastor ever stopped enjoying his face, Vox was certain the world would crumble around him. So, he chose not to comment on the statement. Pushing the entire topic under the rug was much easier than actually facing it, after all.

The crackling purr of electricity was audible when Alastor spoke again. Vox leaned into the light touch to his head, eyes lighting up at the question being posed. He, of course, took little notice of it being more of a silly, rhetorical thing. Instead, he saw the perfect opportunity to ramble about his anatomy.

"My head- same as yours," he hummed. One hand left its place on Alastor's hips to tap at the side of his screen. "Although, it's a tad different than what most souls have. I have a central processor built inside my head. My brain's activities- so, things like thoughts, memories, and so forth- are immediately transferred to a remote location, in case my head were to ever be destroyed. Which, by the way, I could survive. For a very short span of time."

He flapped his free hand with barely restrained excitement, antennae vibrating. "Of course, everything is powered by my actual body. My head can, technically, be removed, but only for short periods of time. Blood still runs through it, and it needs something to pump that, after all."

Obviously, the teasing had gone right over his head.

[radioiaci]

Ah. He'd opened a can of worms, evidently. But it was not the first time he'd unwittingly walked into one of Vox's enthusiastic rambles, going silent, save for a little bit of his own feedback given in turn. Not unpleasant. Just sort of offering a bit of response without a response.

As Vox continued to speak, Alastor made a small, subtle move of very gently beginning to slide his own arms down along the other's sides, making an effort to lightly guide him somewhere where he could sit and speak instead. Standing was going to grate on the radio demon after a bit too long - and he was not content with simply returning back to the hotel just yet.

Occupied, as it were.

"Destroyed?" He repeated, drawn to that claim moreso than the others. "I would imagine that would be a rather unlikely scenario... But I suppose a contingency plan is good to have..." Thinking over the temper he knew that the other two Vees tended to have...

Hm.

Perhaps he needed his own contingency plan.

But his attention shifted back to the other as he continued, an ear giving a slight flick as he gave Vox a small push down to settle into a chair where Alastor could settle right down along with him.

"So the body is more important than the television bit." Summarizing, if he would. To make sure that Vox knew he had been listening. More or less.

[hypnotic-broadcast]

The soft hum of familiar feedback felt incredibly comforting to Vox. It blended pleasantly into the background as he rambled with increasing excitement. He didn't even notice Alastor's efforts to lead him elsewhere. His feet moved on their own accord without even a moment of pause during his explanation.

"You never know! My paranoia is a bitch most of the time, but it keeps me alive. I've had severe damage done to my head in the past, and I'd rather not be permanently quelled by something preventable." The sheer amount of contingency plans Vox had in place... Well, it was a very long list.

He very suddenly became aware that Alastor had, somehow, managed to get him to relocate without realizing it when he was lightly pushed into a chair. He blinked, antennae standing straight up in mild surprise. His gaze quickly returned to Alastor when the deer decided to make himself comfortable.

Then came the little signifier that Alastor had actually been paying attention to him. A genuine smile appeared on his screen, his gaze softening tremendously. "In a way, yes. One cannot really survive without the other, but my body is what provides power and other important functions to my head." He unconsciously raised a hand to rub at his neck, thumb slipping beneath the collar to touch the jagged scar there. "How else do you think I was able to survive removing my own head? I did that by myself- without anyone else knowing."

[hypnotic-broadcast]

The dramatic sigh that left Vox was paired with a roll of his eyes. He was pouting. Of course, the light blue blush dusting his screen very quickly gave away his fluster. "I would hope so," he huffed. His face wasn't silly. It was intimidating! Charismatic! Charming!

Of course, any annoyance melted away the very second Alastor referred to him as 'sweetheart'. Pet names weren't exactly a common thing from his partner, so it grabbed his attention entirely. His features softened as Alastor rested his forehead against the smooth glass of his screen, eyes slipping shut for a moment. "Right, yeah. Of course." He could feel his heart beating in his chest, its pace fast enough to threaten breaking a rib.

His eyes reopened to peer at the Radio Demon. His face felt hot. "Yes, there's a list. A very long list." Too long. The amount of ideas Vox had was insurmountable. Though, he supposed he should at least try and put on an air of mystery regarding the matter. "You should always expect to be surprised by me, Al. I like to think I can be rather unpredictable when I want to be."

[radioiaci]

Oh, he was quite aware of that pout. And found it to be amusing, really.

"Don't worry. You'll know if I ever stop enjoying your face. I will make it very blatant." And he was being a bit honest about that, too. Not that it would be the end all, be all - but Alastor was obviously opinionated. And he was not entirely unaware of Vox's propensity for making changes as the decades went by. Such was a large reasoning for their falling out in the first place.

Ears swiveling forward at the other's explanation, he gave a small snort and a chuckle.

"Yes, I imagine you can be. When you put that brain of yours to work."

But he paused for a moment, pulling back just enough to again lightly brush claws up and along the sides of the other's face.

"Where is your brain, actually?"

A silly question he did not think he would get an honest answer for, but Vox was in prime teasing position. And it had been a little while since Alastor had indulged in such behavior. Vox would have to forgive him. Or distract him. Either one, really.

[hypnotic-broadcast]

If Alastor ever stopped enjoying his face, Vox was certain the world would crumble around him. So, he chose not to comment on the statement. Pushing the entire topic under the rug was much easier than actually facing it, after all.

The crackling purr of electricity was audible when Alastor spoke again. Vox leaned into the light touch to his head, eyes lighting up at the question being posed. He, of course, took little notice of it being more of a silly, rhetorical thing. Instead, he saw the perfect opportunity to ramble about his anatomy.

"My head- same as yours," he hummed. One hand left its place on Alastor's hips to tap at the side of his screen. "Although, it's a tad different than what most souls have. I have a central processor built inside my head. My brain's activities- so, things like thoughts, memories, and so forth- are immediately transferred to a remote location, in case my head were to ever be destroyed. Which, by the way, I could survive. For a very short span of time."

He flapped his free hand with barely restrained excitement, antennae vibrating. "Of course, everything is powered by my actual body. My head can, technically, be removed, but only for short periods of time. Blood still runs through it, and it needs something to pump that, after all."

Obviously, the teasing had gone right over his head.