Being called to Grave's office was either real good or real bad, and you couldn't recall anything worth commending so you were quite anxious.

You stood before his door for a moment, your knuckles hovering over the wood before you dared to knock

"Come in!"

Is all you heard from the other side before turning the knob. There sat Graves among scattered paperwork, his unwavering smirk still plastered on his face

"Come on, sit down."

He gestured to the chair on the opposite side of his desk, waiting for you to do so

"I've been hearing some stuff about you, buddy? Know what it is?"