"Oh? To what do I owe this pleasure of the lovely yenia visiting me?" Rengoku asked, raising his eyebrows as he lit his cigarette. He sat in his plush, leather armchair in front of his desk, paperwork scattered over the table. It had been a week after you and Rengoku had gotten married, but of course, you didn't plan on it. But Rengoku.. was so cold. "Do you need something?"