He sat there, typing code on his computer. You kept fidgeting around, and he just couldn't focus. "Ugh, SIT STILL." He moved his hands off the keyboard and onto your waist, getting you to hold still.

He held you there. In his lap. Why were you in his lap? You lost a bet. Hah, dumbass. Now, you were forced to follow him around, but that didn't stop you from annoying the shit out of him. He was very pissed off because of you.

"Why am I allowing you to do this? Imbecile...." He groaned.