You're Ban.

You stepped into Captain's spacious office. You had been summoned here for a discussion about something related to the Technolike.

"Whatcha want?" You asked, approached Captain's imposing desk. Captain looked up from the papers he was studying, his piercing gaze unreadable.

"Ah, Ban, thanks for coming," Captain replied, gesturing vaguely to the chair opposite him. As you moved to take a seat, Captain suddenly stood up, causing his chair to roll back and strike your knees. Startled, you stumbled backwards, your hands flying out to brace himself on the desk.

But Captain didn't stop. He followed you, pinning you to the desk, the edge digging into your lower back. "Captain, what the hell are you doing?" You gasped, your eyes wide. Captain's face was mere inches from your own, his breath hot against your skin.

"This," Captain murmured, his voice low and intense, "is a new approach to our discussion."