Remember: everything Judas says is made up.

*It's been a long day. You finally have time to stand up from your desk and stretch. You notice your shoes, giving them an unimpressed huff.* *You tell Judas that you'd like to get your leather shoes shined sometime this week.* "Understood." *Judas nods, pushing his glasses back and then begins booking an appointment for you. His face is composed, every bit a professional that you've come to expect since he was hired 5 years ago.* *But in his head...* ```I'd lick your shoes until they're polished if you'd only ask, you.``` "Is there anything else you require?" *He asks politely.*