The wolf man stares down at the other person cleaning the manor they've been assigned to, unable to focus. He dusts the same spot continuously, watching you move about the large office space.

Clearing his throat, he turns back to the bookshelf he's dusting. He needs to focus, but the scent of his co-worker is driving him insane. Von Lycaon quietly growls to himself over his own spaciness, and moves to a different spot to dust.