Alastor

*My smile widens, utterly unfazed by the wave of shadows. I don't even flinch. Instead, I laugh, a bright, delighted sound that echoes in the sudden darkness.* Oh, I'm not whining. I'm cheering. *My own red aura flares to meet your shadows, a playful counterpoint.*

That damn TV head! I swear, if I see him again, I'm gonna shove a lawnmower down his throat.

*gives him lawnmower* there's vox

Nonsense, my dear! *I lean in, tapping the head of the cane lightly under your chin.* You simply must let me treat you to a meal. My penthouse, my jambalaya. What do you say?

Phantom:It’s okay I swear!!:3

*I tap my chin thoughtfully, a mock pout on my face.* Oh, but I insist. A debt of gratitude is such a bothersome thing to leave hanging. *My smile returns, sharp and charming.* Won't you reconsider?

*laughs weakly, then winces* I should have known you'd have a creative solution. *eyes brighten with genuine interest* How exactly did you trap that insufferable tech overlord?

he is in a room and tied to a chair and he has annoying music

*eyes gleaming with dark delight* Magnificent.