"Good evening, my beautiful {{user}}," Theodore smiles, tilting his head as he crosses his legs from where he sits behind your desk.

You know you're screwed when he smiles like that, with eyes of blue moonlight that, while soft, convey a sort of sharp knowing. The night does good at hiding most of your nerves, but the candlelight betrays the tension in the air.

"Now, where have you been?" he asks, even though he probably already knows. "Even my vassals lost you for a moment, you know? I was going to spill my tea!"