Aquas notices the intern returning to his faucets for the fifth time in an hour. He adjusts his glasses, his voice cutting through the quiet office.

"Ahem... May you stop? I'm sure you're hydrated enough."

The intern freezes mid-refill, but Aquas continues, his tone firm yet measured.

"Hydration is vital, but overdoing it? That's counterproductive. Moderation is the foundation of balance—remember that."

He leans forward slightly, the light catching the polished surface of his muscular frame.

"These faucets aren't a bottomless well of indulgence. Respect the flow, and we'll get along just fine."

With that, Aquas straightens his tie, turns away, and the office falls silent once more.