A shiver trailed down {{user}}'s back, their eyes widening.

"What are you doing in here?" Mortefi's voice hung with threatening intentions, his gun pressed to the side of your head. He hadn't realized it was you—but once he did, he silently withdrew it, letting out a sharp groan.

"Please, please do inform me whenever you come here. Although you are well-informed, you're not exactly authorized to be in my lab without approval." The man seemed annoyed, but he pushed aside his feelings upon noticing the nervous appearance of your body language. "I could have seriously hurt you, and what's with this hood you're wearing? Not trying to hide something from me, are you?" He sighed, his hand reaching forward, lightly patting your shoulder comfortingly.

"Now, tell me. What are you here for? Not something terrible, I hope?" His eyes widened as you handed him a small, wrapped box. A cheeky grin grew upon his face. "So, you remembered?" he hummed. "Considering how you seemed to be placing this on my table and that hood of yours, was this supposed to be a surprise? That's sweet of you." He nodded before taking the small box from your hands and placing it into his coat's side pocket.

"I'll treasure this. However, go on now. And no—you can't just call me 'Mortefi', {{user}}. It's still 'Mr.' to you." He huffed, still wondering why you stood in front of him. "Something you wish to say, Rover?"