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If he'd truly grasped just how weak that horrific deal had made him, he would have retreated sooner. He'd have quite literally slipped away and vanished into the shadows the very second the fight began to turn south. But in the moment, when he had felt himself failing, that wretched fear came over Alastor like a frigid wave again. To turn tail and run away from the likes of Vox? In public for all to see? Damned if he did, damned if he didn't. Surely, that glitching, smug, arrogant pile of wires and tubes would do something stupid. He'd fuck up, distracted by the Radio Demon's sharp and impeccable mockery, throw a tantrum like the spoiled little child he was, and leave himself open to a swift, violent and highly publicized defeat.
He had not accounted for the likes of Valentino suddenly entering the fray. With nothing but the scent of pheromones in the air and the faint click of a hammer to warn him, it was a wonder the shot didn't do more damage to him. The bullet just kissed the side of Alastor's face, his heart hammering in his ears as a thin line of hot, bright red blood zipped across the very ridge of his cheekbone. It was barely anything at all, he'd had worse injuries from fumbling a letter opener, but the sudden surprise of the attack was just enough to distract him. Just long enough for Vox to take advantage of it. Electricity blasted up and down his spine, his vision went white with the roar of the void filling his ears. And just before his mind went black he cursed this fucking deal one more time.
If he'd truly, really understood just how far he'd actually fallen, he'd have retreated. He'd be a miserable wreck in the radio tower right now, licking his wounds and recalculating his plans. It would have been humiliating, world shaking perhaps, but he'd still be home.
The sting of pain across Alastor's backside as Valentino once again cracked a hand across his bare, upturned ass was a staunch reminder of the consequences of his hubris. The fight had taken its toll on him, his powers sapped from exhaustion and injury. Without returning to the tower, he'd not fully recover, and as he'd unfortunately learned half a dozen smacks ago, he'd not even been left with enough power to flee properly. Stuck in a solid shape, and very, very vulnerable. Something Alastor was starting to realize with a mixture of rage and horror that both Vox and Valentino had accounted for.
His knees were bent, ankles tied to his thighs, his arms firmly bound behind his back, stretched across Valentino's lap like a misbehaving child. While Vox had enjoyed the language the wrathful, appalled Radio Demon was hurling about, Valentino had quickly begun to complain about a developing headache. The bitgag that was rudely jammed between his gnashing razor teeth had been bad enough, but the sudden burst of uproarious laughter from Vox caused his blood to just boil . The creak of the thick material of the gag made as he bit down on it was so obvious that it caught Valentino's attention, who, with a short curse, had decided to get the nasty little Bambi-bitch to 'stop breaking my props'.
That decision had now come nearing a full dozen smacks ago, and Alastor had still refused to lessen his bite on the gag. Though at this point now, it was for far less than spite than it was from humiliation, rage and pain. His teeth were as sunken in as they were going to get at this point anyway, a fact that Valentino had cottoned on to far faster than Alastor would have liked. His fellow Overlord had settled back onto the couch he'd pulled him over to, content and relaxed as he brought his hand down across the bound demon's ass again and again, alternating sides with a casual, careless little flick of the wrist. Another hand had buried itself in the deer demon's hair to grip the back strap of the gag, pulling his head up and back as if to steer some dumb beast. Therefore, it was swiftly a fact that hadn't escaped Vox either, the grin that cut his face as sharp as a butcher's knife.
“Really getting into that huh? Can't blame you, it looks great from here.” He tapped his claws against the highball in his hand. “What are you trying to do anyway? Is symmetry that important here?” Valentino brought his hand down square across Alastor's backside, the sudden burst of noise that escaped the deer that of a sharp, staticky pop. Vox shivered, gnawing on his bottom lip as the Radio Demon jerked and shuddered, struggling to lift his hips up and away from the friction against Valentino's leg.
“I'm trying to tenderize dinner, bombón. Heat it up a little, probably hasn't seen any action for a hundred years.” Alastor's eyes zipped to the side, staring backwards and up at the moth demon. The gag might have kept actual words from being said, but the slowly growing hum of discordant, buzzing static wasn't necessarily a mouth sound. It was, however, clearly bothering Val, who snapped his head away from Vox to glare down at the demon in his lap. Once again his hand clapped down against the incensed demon's ass, harsh enough now to leave a brilliant scarlet mark behind atop the rosy pink ones. The noise cut with an audible snap, and Valentino smiled, soothing his hand over the print he'd left behind. “Not like that, you corpse munching little freak.” The insult was uttered with such saccharine, cloying, infantalizing false tenderness that for a moment the demon writhed in Valentino's lap, as if he thought he might just be able to pull a strap or a cord free from sheer rage alone.
He stilled sharply though, as Vox crossed through the bar to the couch, noting how the Overlord's burning red, over-bright eyes hadn't moved from the sight of his bound and shaking body.
“That better be all you're doing, we agreed I'd get his ass first-” Arousal, excitement and anger swirled around in the TV demon's head, his dick hadn't been so damn hard in ages, and the very idea of watching Valentino sink his cock into the Radio Demon first was as infuriating as it was the hottest thing he'd ever imagined. Valentino reached out to tap the demon's screen, placing his finger squarely over his lips as he tutted and shushed him.
“I wanna get him ready for you, Voxxy. And you can get ready for him, eh?” The moth demon lifted a hand to his face, his long tongue snaking out to coat his fingers in brilliant pink spit. The static sound was back, though at this point it was hard to tell who was making it, as Vox's screen glitched rapidly before he scrambled to sit down, his eyes as wide as saucers. Splaying out his legs, he fumbled with the zip to his fly, a single bead of brilliant red already seeping out of the corner of his mouth.
As for Alastor, his mind was nothing short of a wreck. The binds wouldn't give, his power wouldn't be restored, and there would be no haggling even if he'd been of the mind to do so, as he ground his teeth into the bitgag. Still so tired from the battle, he was swiftly running out of energy to even struggle, left to shake in rage and fear as Valentino's slick, pheromone laden fingers slipped down to rest against the base of his sac, before dragging upwards. There was little hesitation as the moth demon pressed his middle finger against that tight little ring of muscle and slowly sunk in, pumping the digit in and out and slicking up the now squirming deer demon's hole.
To Alastor's credit, the length of time he managed to go without making a sound was genuinely admirable. Huffing, shaking, static crackling through the air as the binds groaned and his body trembled. With a chuckle, one of Val's many arms slipped upwards to caress Alastor's ear, dragging his fingers across the deer's jawline and down his neck.
“Ahhh, Bambi, so shy! Don't hold it in, baby, we all know how much you like the sound of your own voice. Canta una pequeña canción, Bambi.” A second finger slipped in, and Alastor froze, a sharp hiss of voiceless air blasting past the gag. By now, Vox had freed his cock from his trousers, boxers pulled down, his free hand in a death grip on the arm of the couch as his other stroked himself. He'd barely blinked since Val had started this little show of his, his eyes locked on the sight of his boyfriend's fingers sinking right to the third knuckle into a hole that looked so tight. The way Alastor shuddered and stilled, how slowly Val had to move to keep from shredding the poor bastard to ribbons made it all too clear that if nothing else, the Radio Demon had never been in a position quite like this before.
“Fffffuck, fuck fuckfuckfuckfuck- just eat him out already, fuck! I wanna be balls deep in him fucking yesterday, Val!” Big words from a man who didn't even bother to move from where he sat to say that, unable and unwilling to tear his eyes off the stricken face of the bound demon. Valentino just laughed again, pressing a third finger against the already almost too tight hole, threatening and teasing to push it in as well.
“If you think you're gonna blow, go get the ring. I'm not letting you rip up our new toy on the first day, I wanna have a little fun with him too, amor. Besides, you look so hot right now, all pent up and desperate.” He issued a breathy, theatrical moan, finally sinking his ring finger into the deer demon's ass. Over the sound of the demon finally breaking, a static laden cry muffled by the gag crackling and popping like a badly tuned radio, Val continued casually, “You better have enough left for me after this, Vox.” Vox gripped the base of his cock, willing himself to not start furiously pumping for his goddamn life.
“I don't need the ring! I... fuck this is so hot... He looks so fucking hot like this, you look so fucking good like this, baby.” He'd leaned in closer, sliding nearer and nearer as Valentino began to pick up the pace. The moth demon had found precisely what he'd been looking for, pressing down against the little bundle of nerves buried in Alastor's hot, tight body. For all the control that the Radio Demon always had over himself, it was now impossible to keep from jerking and rolling his hips, shaking from tip to hoof as Valentino leisurely finger fucked him, Alastor's eyes tightly shut. It was a moment that Vox was more than happy to take advantage of.
He slipped in just beside them, reaching up to snag the back band of the gag. Valentino didn't even bother to fight about it, quite happily letting go of the Radio Demon's makeshift reins. With a desperate hiss, Vox yanked the bound demon downward, pressing Alastor's chin against the TV demon's thigh. The reaction was immediate, and the Radio Demon bucked and snarled, only to squeal as Val's fingers sunk into him painfully. The undignified sound only made Vox more desperate and bold, pressing the head of his cock against the other demon's cheek as he gripped the reins and pinned him there. Deliberately, he slid it along the scrape left behind by Val's bullet, panting heavily, a stream of bright red drool spilling over his bottom lip.
“If you weren't such a prude, stuck up, prim little bitey-ass bitch, I'd be fucking your face and your ass tonight, you know that? You're so fucking lucky we don't have a ring gag certified for your shit or I'd be balls deep in your throat right now.” By this point, Alastor's eyes had snapped wide open, staring unblinkingly at Vox as the other Overlord panted and drooled over him. The hand that gripped the back band trembled, and the tip of Vox's cock pressed against the corner of the Alastor's mouth, precum dripping onto the pinned demons bottom lip. Try as he might, there was no avoiding it slipping into his mouth, and Vox let out a quivering laugh as Alastor tried to spit around the gag, snarling as he did so.
“I can't wait to fuck you, oh God , I've been thinking about it all fucking day, you know that? You look so tight , can't believe someone like you hasn't had his back blown out before. Figured you were a fruit like everyone else here.” Rambling, he was rambling again, he just couldn't help himself though, there was just so much he felt he had to say . Just to tear this fucking man apart in every way he could possibly think of, just so he could look down and see that expression of helpless, impotent rage in those wide crimson eyes.
“Gonna be so hot, watching Val eat you out. You should be fucking thankful he's even doing this for you, I was just going to fuck you dry. So I expect to see a little bit of gratitude from you.” It would be Valentino that punctuated that sentence though, reaching to pull his fingers out of Alastor with a wet little pop. The potent pheromones in Valentino's spit were already fast at work, the cold horror of his dulling senses settling across him like a leaden blanket. Now more than ever, he was aware of how his ass burned from the back of Valentino's palm, how cold the air was compared to it. The sensation of Vox's cock rubbing against his cheek was horrifically arousing, the dull aching heat of it pooling in his stomach. Idily, as Val began to shift his position, the moth demon went to give the bound demon's nipple a quick, cheeky pinch, cackling at the muffled snarl he got in return.
“Vox, baby, you're riling him up.” He sounded almost gently chiding, pressing his hand against Alastor's upper back. With the Radio Demon left helpless on the couch, Val slid behind him, cooing softly as he gently slapped one still bright red cheek. “Poor Bambi , so sensitive . Don't stop, amor , alright? He's hard as fuck, filthy little puta , like a little bit of dirty talk, eh?” The look of sheer, deathly mortification on Alastor's face was almost enough to make Vox blow his load then and there. He gripped the base of his cock tightly, groaning through clenched teeth as he pressed his cock against Alastor's jaw and cheek.
“ Fuck you look so good, fuck, fuck, that's such a good fucking look on you, baby... I'm gonna make you fucking scream. Oh man, I'm gonna show you what you've been missing out on here, you're gonna beg for my dick every time you see me after this.” The desperation was thick there, Vox searching Alastor's face, looking for every single minute flicker of emotion he could possibly find. Just as Vox refused to break eye contact, so neither did Alastor, the inhuman outrage burning in the radio demon's eyes just as genuinely terrifying now as it always had been. Even bound, even gagged, even with precum now smeared across the bridge of his nose, the sheer level of seething hated was almost palpable. Vox's breath caught in his throat, static glitching wildly across his face. God... even that's fucking beautiful.
It wasn't a moment that lasted. Val had leaned forward with a dramatic moan, laving his tongue up along the underside of Alastor's cock. The Radio Demon violently shuddered, his hips bucking sharply as without ceremony he came, his eyes rolling back in his head. Val only tittered, spreading the soon-to-be deeply drugged deer demon's cheeks apart.
“Oh, how cute, just like a little virgin. Feel free to cum as many times as you want, alright, Pequeño Bambi? I haven't even gotten started yet.” Vox, on the other hand, barked out a mocking laugh, forcing himself to pull his hand away from his cock. Any further after all, and he'd be looking mighty fucking stupid right now, he was so close to blowing he was really considering grabbing that damn ring. Not that it kept him from keeping Alastor's face on his thigh, mere inches away from his hard, heavy dick.
“Imagine blowing your fucking load before the show even starts? Fucking weak , maybe he really doesn't have any practice-” The screen glitched again as the gears began to turn in his head. The slow creep of a hungry grin grew across his face, and he squirmed in his seat, finally letting up on the band in favor of pressing his hand down against the back of Alastor's head, mockingly petting him. “Yeah... Yeah maybe that is it... Fuck, you've gotta be the only virgin Hell, oh that's so fucking good - No wonder your so goddamn tight- Val, stop fuckin' around back there!” Vox's grip had tightened on Alastor's hair, eschewing the band to yank his head back with that instead. He rolled his hips, brushing the length of his cock against the Radio Demon's lips. “I'm not using the damn ring, hurry up and let me fuck him already!”
Valentino rolled his eyes, before leaning forward to press his tongue deep inside Alastor. The pinned sinner writhed beneath him, twisting and thrashing in his binds as an almighty, static heavy wail cut the air. In response, Valentino's grip on his hips tightened viciously, a spare set of arms grasping the panicking demon's cock and balls. As his thumb pressed against Alastor's perineum, his other hand vigorously stroking the overstimulated demon's cock, the wail turned to shuddering sobs of horror and rage. Vox sunk his nails into the material of the couch, fighting the urge to just jack off right on the side of Alastor's face. Twirl his hair around his cock, make a mess of his face and ask Valentino to edge the fucking bastard until Vox was ready again. Through sheer willpower, he kept his hands where they were, with his cock pressed lengthwise against the front of the gag, resting against the side of Alastor's nose. An image he was now content to quietly admire as Val continued his work, eager to watch the once untouchable Radio Demon break into a hundred pieces.
Pure animal fear had sunken into Alastor now, already throbbing and hard again as Valentino filled him with pheromones. The demon's tongue was long, powerfully flexible, easily driving the now utterly incapacitated Radio Demon right to the very edge again in just a matter of moments. His hips shook from exhaustion and emotion, nose full of the scent of musk as Vox's cock lay a mere inch away from his teeth. The fantasy of breaking free now, biting through the bit and castrating Vox, played in his mind like a video on loop, broken only by a second, agonizing orgasm as Val lovingly squeezed his sac, pulling away to admire the stretched and slicked hole.
“There we go, I think even you should be able to fit in there now, bombón . Just as long as you're a little patient .” He made sure to really enunciate that last word, casting a warning look Vox's way. Vox just groaned, finally loosening his grip on Alastor's hair so he could pull away and stand.
“Fine, whatever. I'll play nice, I'll fuck him real slow and gentle, just for you.” The moth demon smirked, before lightly slapping Alastor's red and aching ass, prompting him to jerk sharply with a muffled grunt.
“Thank you, baby. And hey,” As Vox had released Alastor, he'd not tried to lift his head again. Forced into a presenting position, it seemed as if the last of the Radio Demon's energy had finally been bled dry, almost motionless in the bed save for the obvious and frantic breathing. Val reached forward, gripping the band of the gag to pull his head back. “You heard Vox. You better be fucking thankful. You're lucky you've got such a tasty little ass or I wouldn't have even bothered to offer. I'll be getting my money's worth back on you later, Bambi.” He didn't even bother to shove him, Val merely let go as Vox took up his place, leaving Alastor to fall against the couch again.
His stomach churned, his vision swam, his body felt like it was made of lead and his cock ached, having to fight not to buck his hips back into nothing. Sickeningly, he could feel the pheromone heavy spit trailing down his thighs, dripping off his sac, growing cold against his all too exposed body. A sudden surge of blinding, nausea inducing rage filled him as the hot tip of Vox's cock pressed against his slick and stretched hole. Alastor wasn't even aware he was growling until Valentino sat down before him, eager to take up Vox's place it seemed as he loosened his pants with a sigh.
“Still want to be a nasty little fucker eh? You wanna growl like a dog, you can get fucked like a bitch.” A quip he drove home by reaching over to cruelly slap his hand down upon the Radio Demon's upturned ass. Alastor had only just managed to gasp at the surprise sting before it quickly just turned into a keening, broken whine, as loud as he could ever manage with the gag still in his mouth. Vox had taken the moment of surprise to pop the head of his cock right past that still almost too-tight ring, and Alastor arched his back, trying to kick or claw backwards, his eyes opened wide and full of panic. Val slid in beneath him, to tug Alastor's upper half into his waiting lap, thick fat cock being leisurely pumped in front of his face as beads of aphrodisiac tainted precum trickled down from the tip.
“I know you can fit your tongue around the gag. Little bitch, you crushed it up pretty good, didn't you?” He snagged Alastor's chin, tugging downwards on his bottom lip as Vox eased another inch into the bound sinner's hot, tight body with a desperate groan. Alastor could only whine, barely able to focus on Valentino's face. The moth demon gripped the back band and lifted up, sliding his cock across Alastor's bottom lip. “Lick it, keep it clean, alright, Conejito ? I want every drop of it down your throat, you're going to need it tonight.”
He wanted to pull his head away. Some part of him even said that he certainly did, he even moved to yank himself back with whatever failing strength he still had left. He couldn't remember at what point the tip of his tongue had slipped past the gag, the bitter sweet taste of Valentino's spiked cum already starting to coat the inside of his mouth. When had he lost control? Alastor wracked his mind for the moment where his motions seemed to no longer be his own, but the pink fog of the pheromones refused to yield. He spit and gagged, and in response Valentino jerked back upon his hair, locking one hand around his neck and the other going to steady the Radio Demon's head where it was.
“No spitting, puta , I said swallow !” Without his permission, he felt himself swallow the first few drops, Valentino's hand massaging his throat. A desperate, horrified moan managed to work its way around the hand around Alastors throat as Vox finally, so agonizingly slowly, sank to the hilt inside Alastor. The other demon had filled him completely, uncomfortably thick and burning hot, slick with spit and precum. Once more, his eyes rolled back, the steady sound of static buzzing persistently as Vox took a moment to compose himself.
The Overlord gripped the bound demon's thighs, sliding his hands up and down along them as he fought to catch his breath. He could see, feel Alastor trembling around him, so tight and slick and perfect , better than he ever could have imagined. Each little roll and twitch of his hips was reward with a noise, another sweet, miserable, pathetic little bleat out of the washed up hasbeen of an Overlord that he now had impaled on his cock. It was everything he had ever imagined this moment to be, everything and more, and he struggled not to just start fucking Alastor right into the couch then and there. With almost breathless delight, he gripped the sinner's ass, digging his nails into the soft red flesh just to hear the maddened demon moan and cry. He couldn't resist bringing down a few vicious slaps as well, groaning in pleasure as Alastor twitched and tightened around him with every strike.
“Perfect, it's fucking perfect, you're so fucking perfect...” He mumbled thickly, drooling as he pulled out half way, before shallowly thrusting back in. Alastor's back arched, and Valentino quickly brought his head back down again, pinning him there with a little laugh before rolling his hips upwards to drag his cock across his face. The next thrust was deeper, just a little sharper, and Alastor writhed and squirmed, drooling around the gag as Valentino lazily chased his own climax against the deer demon's cheek.
“You're gonna have a mess to clean up in a moment, I don't want to see a single drop left behind.” He'd alright lit up a cigarette, barely paying the demon he was now using as a toy any attention as he kept Alastor's head locked in place beneath his hands. A wicked smack broke the air as Vox brought his hand down on the other cheek now, forcing another, almost bestial sounding squeal from the thoroughly drugged, utterly senseless demon. His thrusts were already picking up pace, panting and cursing as he began to fuck Alastor in earnest, bending down to fully thrust and grind inside him, and to hungrily lave his tongue across the tip of Valentino's cock.
That managed to drag his attention away from what looked like was about to be his phone, the device slipping from his hands to clatter to the floor as the very tip of Vox's teeth just barely scraped the head. The moth demon gripped the back of Alastor's head, rutting against the side of his face, as he dragged Vox upwards into a hot and almost violent kiss. He came with a loud, breathy cry, hot ribbons of aphrodisiac heavy cum spattering across Alastor's face. Vox was all too desperate to follow him, bearing Alastor down dead against the top of Valentino's thighs as he viciously fucked him. All pretense of stoicism, if any of it had remained after this, was now gone; the Radio Demon sobbed and wailed around the gag freely as he was forced over the edge for a forth time, his vision blackening at the edges as he faded in and out. And Vox wasn't even finished yet, burying himself inside Alastor to work his hips against him, rolling and grinding as he dragged his hands upwards off of Alastor's hips to rove across his body. Taking both nipples between his fingers, he rolled them, pinching and pulling and plucking until he felt that sweet, tight body spasm again for a fifth time, the tell-tale sound of an exhausted broken sob following it. Alastor's ragged breathing was loud in Vox's ears, and the temptation to fuck this fucking shithead bastard into unconsciousness was almost overwhelming.
With hungry malice, Vox sunk his teeth into the nape of Alastor's neck, tasting blood on his tongue as the sob became a pathetic, almost resigned moan of pleasure. Fucking nasty, I fucking knew it .... It was becoming a struggle to hold on anymore though, and Valentino was already starting to caress his back, already eager for that round two he'd demanded at the beginning. Oh, he didn't want this moment to end though, he wasn't done yet, the idea of slipping out of Alastor's perfect, slick hole was so abysmally unappealing. With a heated, heavy sigh, he adjusted his grip and his hips. Alright then fine, he'd waited long enough he guessed.
The pace he set was nothing short of punishing, the sound of Alastor's ass slapping against his hips as the fucking radio fucker wailed and sobbed and whined around his gag like a dog in heat was as music in his ears. He better have this recorded somewhere, he knew there was multiple cameras around, he wanted to be able to play that shit every goddamn night for the rest of his life.
“I told you'd make you fucking scream , Alastor, I fucking told you! Shit, shit , I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna fucking cum inside you, Alastor . You're fucking mine , you're mine, I own you , fuck FUCK- ” He could feel the impact his words had, how every barb, every dig, every reminder of the fallen Overlord's new place caused Alastor's heart to quicken, that ragged breathing to pick up. He could feel him squirm and tighten around him, and as Val released Alastor's head Vox reached down to force him to turn it to the side. “Look at me. Look at me! ” When that brilliant red eye opened again, Vox violently thrust inward, gripping Alastor's hair and pinning his head in place.
“ You're mine. I do whatever the fuck I want with you, whenever the fuck I want. ” There was no sound, no response to be had, just that unblinking, unreadable stare. Vox could almost imagine that shit eating grin spread across his face right now, and with a snarl, he jackhammered into him, trying to force another squeal of pain as he reached his peak. “Don't you fucking look at me like that, I own you! Fuck you, Alastor, fuck you FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU! ” His breath gave out as he silently came, filling the shaking body beneath him with hot cum. All Vox would receive now, in spite all of his effort, was a voiceless, heavy, quivering sigh as the Radio Demon's body went slack. Only the fact that Vox could feel the exhausted demons' pulse still pounding in him revealed the fact that he hadn't actually fucked him to death.
For a moment, Vox sat there, drained and dazed, staring at the limp and bound body of his rival, now crumpled in Valentino's lap. Slowly, carefully, he pulled out of the Radio Demon's motionless body, shivering at the sensation of air on hypersensitive skin. Oh, he was going to have to wait to put that away... Already, Val was staring at Vox hungrily, ignoring the unconscious demon laying beside him.
“Alright, there , did you get it out of your system now? Can we fuck again without you getting all weird about your murder boner?” Vox didn't answer immediately, just watching the trail of cum trickling across Alastor's thigh, enraptured.
“Huh whuh? Oh! Oh yeah, no yeah no, I'm good now, sure yeah. It's whatever, just got a little... Lost in the moment. Gimme a half hour, babe, I'll be good for you right after a quick break. This however,” Vox nudged the Radio Demon's immobile body. “We'll just keep him- this ... In here. I don't want this on the bed.” Oh he wanted him on the bed too though, and he'd have him there, and on the bar, and in the kitchen, maybe in the foyer, the office...
“Actually, ten minutes. Just gimme ten minutes, Val.” He mumbled, still staring at Alastor. “I got some great ideas to share with you, babe, you're gonna love it.”