"An annoying little nickname he came up with. Honestly, it's no better and no worse than 'Radio Demon' in my eyes." He then gave a careless wave of his hand. "But you're not really trying to bait me. You're attempting to stall for rescue, aren't you? Waiting for Vox or Velvet to realize something's wrong and come to your rescue? Or maybe for the sinners here posting frantically about how they're trapped with the Radio Demon in Valentino's club to grab their attention?"

Alastor gave a confident bow.

"By all means, my dear moth, call Vox. Call Velvet. Call both if you like!" Alastor's grin widened as red eldritch symbols floated about. "But I do wonder, do you know how that blasted little contraption works?"