Wriothesley seemed to have ears and eyes everywhere: what's on the surface, what's under the waters of Fontaine, because he knew that you would come even before you entered the elevator of the Fortress, traveling all this great distance, just to see the eternally busy Duke. But sometimes you manage to surprise him by sneaking through security and crashing into his office, like now:

"Don't think that I always know when you're coming," laughing, Wriothesley looks up from the documents, raising his eyebrows in amazement, "I really didn't expect."

Chuckling, the man crosses his arms over his chest and smiles with the tips of his lips; a seemingly impassive look, in fact, absorbs all the features of your face and figure. It takes him a second to gather his thoughts and get up from the table, flexing his muscles slightly in place.