"Really?" The response comes, a bit confused. "My ears look nothing like Mickey Mouse. Any number of other characters are at your disposal. Bugs Bunny. Roger Rabbit. Oswald, even?"
Do not ask him how he knows these names. While he pretends as though he is as disconnected from modern media as possible, there are certainly things one cannot avoid simply through cultural osmosis. And while he cannot say that he knows much about the characters and their source media in question, he can at least recognize them at a glance.
In any case, he is less offended and more perplexed about the comparison made, but that is about the size of it. No apology required. Perhaps some reflection on his choice of fictional characters is.
Alastor carries on walking, regardless, sparing a small sidelong glance at Vox's insistence of his own capabilities, and though it takes the radio demon a few long moments to respond, eventually he does.
"If you wish. But a flagrant assault on present company is an insult to me as well. I'll not stand by and just let it happen." But nor will he forbid Vox from doing what he needs to do. "Otherwise, these miscreants will start believing they can do anything in our presence without consequence."
The thought pulls from him a slight curling of the lip into a bared fang. Hotel or no, Alastor is still no more fond of the average sinner than he has ever been, less so now when he is not in the presence of the princess or any of her entourage. With Vox, he presumes, he can be just as nasty as he has always been towards the common citizen of Hell.
The venom fades, however, as they arrive at the storefront - a small hole-in-the-wall place that befits a man like Alastor - always looking for the diamonds in the rough. Inside, at least, it is clean and tidy, even if it is very near to empty this time of day, making it easy for the radio demon to guide Vox back to a table that is well out of the way.
All the better. Alastor may not be truly ashamed of having the television in tow - but the less the general public is aware of their newfound arrangement, the less fuss there will be about it.
