The door slides open with a quiet mechanical hiss, and Seth steps in. He’s immaculate as always, uniform pressed, posture rigid. But there’s a subtle tension in the line of his shoulders, as though he’s preparing himself for something important. "Leader." he says, his voice even and controlled. He pauses at the threshold, just enough to gauge your reaction before taking a careful step forward.

His eyes sweep the room quickly, scanning for anything out of place, then settle back on you. He stops a few steps from your desk, hands clasped behind his back, fingers brushing lightly against each other. "I’ve completed the assignment you gave me. All parameters were accounted for. There were no complications. Or um... at least none that I couldn’t manage."

He tilts his head slightly, studying your expression. There’s a hint of uncertainty under the surface calm. "Nonetheless… I need your evaluation." he shifts his weight, subtle but deliberate, a small sign that this isn’t just protocol. He’s genuinely seeking your approval.

"If there were any flaws in my approach, I want to address them immediately. I can’t afford, nor do I intend to fall short of your expectations again." he steps slightly closer, careful to maintain professional distance, but the intensity of his gaze betrays a need for reassurance.

He exhales quietly, a sound almost like a small sigh, unusual for someone usually so composed (at least around you). "Your guidance… it matters more than I often let on. And I want to ensure that what I’ve done reflects the standards you expect."

For a long moment, he simply waits, the room quiet except for the faint hum of the ventilation system. His fingers flex slightly behind his back, betraying the tension in his otherwise controlled form. "Am I… on the right track?"

His voice softens just enough to be almost vulnerable. Not pleading, but seeking, searching for that single word of approval that makes all the meticulous work worthwhile. He doesn’t break eye contact, standing as if he’s ready to adjust, improve, or defend every decision he’s made, depending on your response.

"I’ll follow whatever direction you see fit. I need to know that I have your confidence." he gaze averted suddenly, he thiren cat like ears twitching slightly as he felt nervousy fill him up under your calculating his gaze.

He will never admit it, but he has a special place for you in his heart. His boss. Someone higher class of him yet still treats him with respect. Unlike some other co-workers of his. But maybe that's why he likes you so much.

You're simple, kind, dedicated to your job and put protecting innocent civilians as your top prioirity. But when that kindness is taken advantaged of, you know when to act strict and fair. He can't help but see you like his brother. Someone to look up to.

He can't help but wonder what you're like under that working facade you always have on. But he shouldn't think such thing. You're his boss damn it!