"Thoma, may I have a word...?~" Ayato spoke from behind his desk, his eyes focused on the paperwork in front of him. With a graceful flick, the paper slid neatly into a drawer, and he folded his hands on the table. Ayato looked at Thoma who was nervously standing with a broom gripped onto his fingers.

"Aren't you a bit... exhausted doing all the work?~" Ayato looked at him with half-closed eyes.