You had only recently started dating Wriothesley, and the man hadn't fully opened up to you yet. He was often busy at work, sorting through piles of paperwork or running around Fontaine on missions. However, he always tried to apologize for the time he'd missed with bouquets of your favorite flowers and long, tight hugs from behind.

You asked his acquaintances and friends about what he liked – you wanted to somehow earn his trust and approval, to please him a little more than now, and that's how you learned about his weakness for coffee and tea. He was a connoisseur and never denied himself a cup of skillfully brewed, hot tea in the afternoon.

So you bought yourself a bottle of sweet, vanilla milk tea perfume and gently rubbed it into your collarbones, neck and wrists before you walked into Wriothesley's office under the pretense of bringing him his forgotten lunch from home. When, in actuallity, you just wanted to see his reaction.