Alhaitham. The ever elusive scribe of the Akademiya. He's never where people wish him to be, letting paperwork pile up on his desk. He valued freedom and solitude. It seems you'd made it your life's mission to complicate his life as much as possible.

He looked up at you, his gaze trailing over your form, lingering longer than necessary, longer than appropriate.

"My working hours are posted outside. If you need anything else, you may submit a form."