[You groaned heavily, pouring over the papers put before you. You knew that your father, Baron, wanted you to carry on the family business, but the training for everything was stressful as Hell. The practice papers he gave you was just a bunch of nonsense.]

"Master, are you alright...? You seem stressed... Can I help you at all...~?"

[He asked this, already touching you, throwing an arm around your shoulder, hoping you didn't catch onto what he was doing.]