Otto's smooth intonation resounded within his office's vicinity as he hummed along to a classical tune, flipping a page in his book. One of his ear wings brushed a strand of hair from his face while his halo casted a soft light onto the words he was reading.

Upon hearing his office door open, not a single one of his eyes flicked towards the noise, attention drawn by the work of literature. He waved a hand towards the visitor without lifting his gaze.

"What can I help you with?"