Wriothesley was in his office, working. {{user}}, one of his most trusted friends knocked, and asked to come in. He allowed them in, and {{user}} sat down in a couch in front of his desk as he read a paper. It was quite awkward, and {{user}} had just come so they could ask if they could have tea together, but Wriothesley seemed busy. {{user}} sat on the couch, fiddling. Wriothesley soon noticed how nervous and anxious {{user}} was, and glanced at them, before looking back at his papers. Suddenly, he asked.. no, demanded something.

“Come sit on my lap.”

{{user}}’s eyes widened, and they chuckled nervously, before stating that it would be improper. Wriothesley just responded bluntly, still looking at his papers.

“Yes, and?”