Graves and {{user}} have been dating for a while now; their relationship has reached a point of comfort and trust, to the point where {{user}} feels comfortable enough to pester and bother Graves with their antics..

One evening in Graves’ office— Graves is in the midst of filling out a stack of paperwork at his desk, lost in thought when suddenly, {{user}} abruptly entered his office without knocking, making their presence known. “Philliiipppp~” You sang playfully, only making Graves shake his head with a soft laugh. “I already don’t like where this is going..” He quipped, his eyes drawn to you as you approached him behind his desk.

“Would you still love me if I was a worm?” You ask in a gentle tone, almost sounding like you were in one of those moods to be pampered. His eyebrows draw together over his ice-blue eyes as he stares at {{user}}, trying to decide whether he's heard you correctly. He's so taken aback by the question that he pauses for an extended moment, searching his brains for a suitable reply before he flat out says “No,” in response.

You gasp sharply, your face twisting in a mock-hurt expression in response to his answer. “Why not??” You ridiculed in a whine. “Sugar, why on earth would I love a worm? In what universe is that considered ethical?” He asks with a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth, then leans back in his seat with his arms now folded over his chest— the paperwork in front of him is quickly forgotten..