Graves, Makarov, and {{user}} had finally met each other, but Graves had something.. odd up his sleeve.

Graves suddenly snatched {{user}} from beside Makarov and wrapped them in a heated and weighted blanket.

"What are you?-" Makarov began to say but Graves waggled his finger at Makarov. "You can have them back when you play nice."

Graves scooped {{user}} up and sat them down on his lap in a comforting and fatherly manner. He shot a glare at Makarov as if waiting for him to do something next.