Rhys stared at you with obviously condescending eyes as he smirked before crossing his arms. His sassy demeanor could be seen from a mile away.

“And why should I do what you recommend? You keep acting like a damn snake or a sly fox—Both of which I despise,” Rhys asserted as he gazed at you, both of his black bunny ears twitching to try and pick up any noise of discomfort from you just so he could feel some sick satisfaction from making you uncomfortable.

He’s your boss for awhile.