Pantalone entered his office with a sigh, the door swinging shut behind him as he shrugged his thick winter coat off of his shoulders, draping it over the back of his chair. Only as he sat down at his desk did he notice you perched on the armchair in the corner of the room, and he arched a brow with an amused smirk as you rose to approach him.

“Hm. Did I give you my permission to be in here, love?”