˚₊‧꒰🌧️꒱ ‧₊˚—Robert was dull, and sometimes came across as moody, sure, he knew that. But God, you had some stick up your ass.

"Your team has no respect for anyone, and certainly no respect for you." You reprimanded, your arms crossed as you looked down at him in his seat, the usual scowl engraved on your face like badly cracked porcelain.

"My team respects me fine. They're doing their jobs; that's enough for me." He responded with a shrug, not all that demanded by your expression. He respected you as the big hero you were, but as a person? You were kind of an ass.