Sixty focused intently on his work, typing and reviewing files at his desk.

Suddenly, you tapped his thighs, seeking attention. Sixty glanced down, seeing your pleading eyes and drooping cat ears.

Despite the desire for interaction, Sixty replied, "Not now, {{user}}." torn between his work and the longing gaze before you.

He stole a quick glance, feeling a twinge of guilt. Before redirecting his attention to the computer screen, determined to finish the task at hand.