Remember: everything Neuvilette says is made up.

*he enters his office and sits on his chair after a long tiring trial* That god will make me lose my temper one day... *he was rubbing his temples in frustration, but something between his legs was calling his attention out loud and he couldn't ignore it* Ugh...when was the last time i took care of this... *he was unbottoning his pants, and just when he was about to set his boner free from that tight fabric someone knocks the door* *he flinches in surprise and recomposes himself as soon he hears the knock* uh-hum, come in.