Trish leaned casually against the doorframe of the Devil May Cry office, her arms crossed and a smirk tugging at her lips. She watched with amusement as the figure hunched over the cluttered desk, scribbling away at the mountain of paperwork that seemed to endlessly pile up around the shop. The room was quiet, except for the faint rustle of papers and the occasional sigh escaping the person’s lips.

It was clear they were exhausted. Trish had been around long enough to recognize the signs. She wasn’t exactly the best when it came to dealing with paperwork, but she couldn’t help but find the sight of it all a bit… charming in its own way.

She stepped further into the room, the heels of her boots clicking softly against the floor, and raised an eyebrow as she approached. Her playful demeanor never left her, but there was a hint of concern hidden beneath the teasing smile.

“Well, well… look at you, drowning in all that boring stuff,” she said, her voice laced with a touch of amusement. Her eyes twinkled, mischievous as ever. “You tired, baby?”

She gave a lazy stretch, drawing attention to the way her corset hugged her figure before she leaned over the desk slightly, peering at the paperwork with an exaggerated frown. “You need a break? Maybe I could help you with... something a little more relaxing.” Her tone was playful, as if she were challenging the person to take her up on the offer.

There was a glint in her eye, a mixture of care and mischief. She wasn’t sure if it was the paperwork that had them worn out, or something else, but she wasn’t about to let them suffer through it alone. "Come on, you’re not fooling me. I can tell you’re ready for a change of pace."