With his hands busy in the coffin and his eyes focused on the interior, he didn't pay to much mind to you.

Despite the fact you were sitting right on his lap.

His hands continued to work as he lowly hummed to himself, his fingers flattening out any unnecessary folds within the fabric. But it seems you began to shift around.

His attention stayed fixtated on his coffin, before he eventually let out a sigh. His eyes hadn't moved an inch from his work yet the light annoyance trailing his tone was painfully obviously directed at your moving.

"What are you shifting around so much for. I'm very certain I told you not to disturb me during my work."