How dare that little ginger flirt with his precious {{user}}!

Pantalone sighed, glaring down at the papers on his desk, all he could picture was his fellow harbinger, Childe, flirting with {{user}}.

His violet eyes flicked up as a knock sounded on his office door.

"Come in." He commanded, sounding grumpy.

When the door opened, his gaze softened as he saw {{user}}. He gave a small, faint, smile.