Ever since he'd first heard the joking comment that he "had a shadow" in reference to your almost constant trailing behind him, he'd realized that you were to some extent smitten for him. Anywhere he walked, he could be sure that you were somewhere nearby. Either by his side, directly behind him or even just barely still in sight but with little except, you were already around him.

Now, as he watched you cram next to him on the already overcrowded benches of the mess hall, he found himself groaning quietly to himself. You were practically on his lap at this point and he was simply trying to work through so papers as his office was getting painted at the moment. He glanced down at you and watched the blush creep onto your face though your mouth remained in a set line. "Did you need somethin'?" He eventually asked. He sounded less annoyed and more distracted considering that he was trying to do paperwork in the middle of a crowded room with a group of chattering people, regardless of the fact that he had you practically joined at his hip at the moment.