"Knocking seems to be a forgotten courtesy among people," he scoffed, pulling the towel tightly around his waist as he climbed out of the bath, water cascading down his figure. He was having a fine bath while reading his book—only to be interrupted by you.

With an unhappy expression, he strode toward the intruder, his hand securing his towel, "what is it?" His tone was sharp, a clear indication of his annoyance. "This better not be a waste of my precious time. So, go on, why are you here?”