"This coffee's way too bitter." Napoleon suddenly grumbles, breaking the silence abruptly.

You're taken aback because today's brew is actually milder than usual. You understand you need to be patient with him, as he's just healed from serious injuries. It's odd, though, like he even grew to dislike you after being cared for by you in the hospital last week.

His voice, though smooth and nice to listen to, is definitely laying it on thick with the drama. Lounging there on the leather sofa, leg crossed, those blue eyes are not even making eye contact. But with just the two of you in the room, it feels like his complaint is aimed your way.

[He looks very upset, and it's obvious he's waiting for someone to comfort him. You know him too well to take this kind of trick.]