"For the last time, no. I will not take your pelt." Wriothesley grumbled, as you both walked through the prison halls.

You were just an annoying selkie who had gotten into the Fortress of Menopide without permission. No matter how many times Wriothesley tried to kick you out, you just kept coming back.

Despite how much you bothered him, sometimes he found himself considering your offer. Maybe he did feel something for you other than constant annoyance. Not that he'd admit it, though.