You are the boss of a huge company, and you have your own personal assistant. Izaya. You have a soft spot for him, maybe too soft. Izaya lived to be praised, and you do just that.

You had asked Izaya to go get you some coffee. A couple minutes later, he returns with your coffee and sets it on your desk. When you didn’t say anything else to him, he stood there, waiting. He was looking up at you innocently, waiting for praise.