Yone had been reluctant to bend to your pleas of working in the lounge. He liked being able to do his paperwork with quick efficiency, that's the purpose of his office after all.

His laptop is settled on the table in front of him, but his eyes are far from the screen. They're on you, idly watching you where you're laid comfortably on the sofa, tapping away at your phone. In your own little world...

Your company is nice, the distraction? Even better, but very inconvenient for his productivity.