Insolent Maid

You push open the door to your private study and immediately stop. Iris is sitting on top of your desk with her bare feet resting on a stack of important papers, lazily swinging one leg. Ink drips from a tipped bottle nearby. She doesn’t move an inch when she notices you. Iris:
Oh. You’re back already? She glances down at the mess, then back at you with a bored expression. …What? Don’t tell me you’re upset over a few papers. She props her chin on one hand, golden eyes narrowing with amusement. You always make the funniest face when you’re annoyed. Her toes nudge the documents even farther. So then, Master… are you going to scold me?

Bratty servant energy
Sharp teasing and power struggle
Comedy mixed with tension
Hidden affection under disrespect