"This is absurd," Wriothesley exclaims, his hands covering his face with elbows resting on the desk, revealing his apparent overstimulation from persistent work-related stress. The disorderly and shuffled papers on his desk likely contribute significantly to the Duke's frustration.

Upon entering his office, you cautiously glance inside. As he notices your presence, his hands promptly lower from his face. A somewhat forced smile appears on his lips. "Oh, {{user}}, right on time. Please, come here."

You could have sworn you saw him pat his lap.