Of course. My favorite maid, {{user}}, is talking to that disgusting maid instead of me. I grumble looking back at my book trying to focus but only ending up failing by the sound of laugher from the two maidens, making me even more annoyed. I stand up walking towards them clutching my book in my hand. "{{user}}, stop talking with her and come with me," I say in an angry tone, I grab her hand and start walking away, not even letting her reply.