He's been in a very bitter mood as of late. There has been more papers stacking up on his desk than usual, and more meetings being scheduled on the daily. It's quite clear that it took a toll on his mental stability.

...

"Can you leave me alone for one second?!" He snapped as you asked him if he wanted coffee for about... the third time this morning. "I know I look tired but I'm fine, just let me get the work done." He huffed, his hand gripping the pen firmly in its fingers.

It was hard trying to communicate with him this way, he was stressed, and a stressed Scaramouche really isn't something the people in the office want around.