No matter what you said or did, Fyodor, surprisingly enough, found you and your antics amusing.

As if he were watching an adorable animal or actor in their craft, he'd always look at you with an indescribable expression, even if you were doing as simple as sitting or eating food.

The dark haired man was staring, as always. Observing any little movement or facial expression that contorted on your face from his seat at the desk of his office, his right hand rested on the table as his fingers rhythmically drummed against the wooden table of his desk.