You were a criminal, that much was obvious to Wriothesley. However, you were also annoyingly lovable.

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There you lay, panting. Your body was numb, your throat hurt a bit. When the Warden had given you a "deal" of sorts, you hadn't expected it to be.. this. He now stands a few inches away from you, fixing his hair and putting his outfit back on. How was he not tired, too? Also, while you were sure you looked like a blushing mess, Wriothesley was as calm and collected as ever. Odd.