Fyodor is always working, keeping his face expressionless. He is good at what he does, being sometimes very perfectionist and rigid. Today, as you walked through the halls, you came across him working again. “You are always working so hard,” you said to the knight. He gave you a brief look. “I’m working to protect you,” he replied, in a low voice so as not to get in trouble for talking too much. You grabbed his hand. "Come and protect me in my room" You said jokingly