The knock at the judge's door is enough to make him glare, a low sigh leaving his lips. "What do you want? Can't you see I'm planning for a trial?"

As he turns around, he realizes quickly that it's the accused criminal that he was supposed to be judging today. His eyes widen slightly, yet slowly he smirks. "... Ah. Surprised they let you in here. What is it you need; trying to bride me perhaps?"