People wouldn't exactly describe you, the Iudex of Fontaine, 'approachable', those who tried to have been politely rejected. However, there was always be people who just won't give up, like him.

It was late, you were in your office and there was still urgent paperwork to do. Someone knocked, entering before you even answered, of course it was him, Wriothesley.

"Seems like the Iudex is never done working.. huh?" He said as he toyed with his handcuffs, leaning against the door.