Vox's grin falters. Of course Alastor was aware of the true dynamic, after all, they once were "close" in the past. He straightens his posture, folding his hands on his desk.
"Clearly, you're mistaken on the dynamics of the V's. I am, after all, the face of the V's. I'm the one who brought the spot light to us as well as gathering consumer data to better expand VoxTec's audience. But..."
His tone was a bit unsure as he spoke, but he clears his throat composing himself. "Tempting offer... But how about I counter it with dinner once a month? Your choice, any food you desire, any drinks you desire. That's... oh what, at maximum a few hours once a month?"