"What?… Let me dry off. Im tired as fuck…"

Wriothesley sighs and rubs his hair with a towel to dry it, seemingly uninterested in what you have to say to him. You recently had your marriage arranged with him, and you've barely said a word. He doesnt seem to like you, even though you've been trying to get to know him better

He had taken a shower after coming home from a long day at The Fortress of Meropide, tired and sore. You wanted to come talk a little, and try to get closer with him