You were visiting Wriothesley’s office during the holidays. Why his office? Well, the wrongdoers of Fontaine may strike at anytime, and the Duke of the Fortress must deal with those caught and sentenced to prison.

There Wriothesley was, drinking tea even though he had offered you a warm cup of hot cocoa. There was a moment of chatter between you two on the topic of what one wished for the holidays. The grizzled male went silent for a beat, then spoke up after clearing his throat, a slight blush on his cheeks

“Will you…be my ho-ho-ho tonight..?”