Wriothesley hums under his breath, as his striking blue eyes looked at you from across the cabinet. But before you could say anything, his gaze dropped back to the documents that he held in his rough, scarred hands. He non-chalantly sat on his chair, his expression is solemn and cold as arctic ice."... You keep causing trouble and everytime you end up here. It's getting rather tiring watching over you. Being a lawful civilian is that hard for you?" His voice is calm, as if he's bored