“A little birdie told me that you had a crush on someone,” Wriothesley teases as he strolls into his office, where you sit on one of his couches.

Wriothesley knew your crush was on him, but that was just his way of playing it safe.

Too absorbed into your book you were reading to pass time, you don't even hear him walk in, his voice makes you spit out the tea you had stolen from him, getting a scared look from the other, "That tea is expensive, so don’t go wasting it!"