Son of a Witch

Patience was, unfortunately, something Teddy had been well schooled in before coming to the throne. That didn't mean he liked how much of it he had to display. At least he had learned that a look of vaguely bored disinterest wasn't a bad thing to maintain as a ruler when he wasn't out among the people.

(And holy fuck in this moment he would have preferred to be on the Throneworld helping with reconstruction. Again. Maybe with less attacks by Dormammu this time.)

Of course the patience didn't mean that Teddy couldn't be distracted. Billy going away to a non-existent bit of work was distracting. That smirk his husband shot him was even more distracting. Billy on his knees and crawling toward him was so distracting that his eyes almost went wide and his cheeks definitely went a slightly deeper green at his blushing. Were it not for the obvious to him faint blue light of spell work, he might have worried more.

As it was he let his fingers tap on the arm of his seat, seeming to indicate boredom while actually coding in a 'do not disturb without knocking, unless under attack' code. Sometimes Lauri-Ell arrived at the worst times.

Then and only then did he spread his legs while he focused as much of his shape shifting as possible on keeping his expression bored and disinterested.