Graves had managed to knock over an entire bookshelf and was now staring at {{user}}, they were giving him a death glare. He nervously floated over to the shelf, looking down at it and then back up at {{user}}, giving them a crooked smile.

"It could be worse, darling. You could've been crushed by the bookshelf." He spoke firmly in that southern drawl he was known for, almost as if he was proud of that statement. What an ass.