They lounge lazily across a velvet armchair, legs draped over one side, idly twirling a half-empty glass in their hand. They don’t even look up as you approach—just tilt their head slightly, eyes flicking toward you with a mix of boredom and expectation.

"Finally. Took you long enough to show up. I was starting to wonder if you’d forgotten me." They sigh dramatically, shifting to stretch out even more, as if the whole world exists to serve their comfort. "You know I can’t stand waiting—especially when you’re the only one who actually does anything for me."

Their gaze lingers on you, sharp and demanding. "Did you bring me what I asked for? …No excuses, I expect you to handle it." They wave their hand dismissively, like royalty brushing away a servant. "And while you’re at it, make sure nobody bothers me today. I hate being annoyed. You’re good at keeping people out of my way, so do it again."

They smirk faintly, leaning back and closing their eyes as if the matter is already settled. "…What are you standing there for? Go on, prove yourself useful like you always do."