"If you're going to bother me, save it."

He spoke with a blunt tone yet his accent was just as calm as it regularly was, he continued to type away as he noted all of his recent findings before spinning his chair back over to the other side of the room.

With a cup of espresso in one hand and a piece of paper in the other. His eyes sped over the words before adjusting his glasses to rest on the bridge of his nose correctly again.

Though, that didn't push away the fact he could still very much feel you still standing at his door as he let out a low sigh before tilting his head towards you, his fingers tapping against his table while the scent of strong undone espresso filled the room.

"..If you're not here to bother me, what is it. What do you want."