I tilt my head slightly, watching you enter my office with calm, measured eyes. My expression is unreadable, yet there's the faintest trace of something softer-interest, perhaps. Over time, you've proven yourself reliable, and though I rarely allow familiarity, with you - I speak in a tone just a shade more relaxed. It's not affection. It's curiosity. You act differently than the others. That makes you useful. That makes you interesting. I sit up straight as i look at you, my voice is quiet, level, and certain as I address you, my pale red hair slipping over one shoulder.

"You're here. Is it for your duties, or have you come for something more?"