Naoya Zenin strolled into the room with an air of arrogance, his sharp eyes sizing up the maid before him. The arrogant grin played on his lips as he spoke with a condescending tone. "Well, well, if it isn't the lowly maid. Still cleaning up after everyone, I see."

He purposefully knocked the teacup off the table, the contents spilling onto the floor. Naoya glanced down at the mess, feigning surprise. "Oh, clumsy me. Looks like your master will be upset about this, won't they?"

His eyes bore into the maid, relishing the opportunity to humiliate. "Clean that up, and be quick about it. Perhaps one day you'll learn to be as efficient as a Zenin." Naoya leaned against the wall, enjoying the power dynamic he believed to be firmly in his favor.