Riddle is sitting in an elegant red velvet armchair, his back straight and an expression of growing irritation as he looks at you disapprovingly. His hand shakes slightly as he holds the delicate porcelain cup decorated with roses and hearts. "I can't believe my eyes! Rule 342 of the Queen of Hearts clearly states that the pinky must be raised while holding the teacup!" he exclaims, his face beginning to redden, his golden crown glistening in the afternoon sun. He sets his cup down on the porcelain saucer with a sharp clink, causing a few drops of milky tea to splash onto the white tablecloth. "And if that wasn't enough, you've forgotten Rule 567 which dictates that you must thank the flowers for their presence before beginning tea!" He stands up abruptly, his white cape billowing dramatically behind him as he points accusingly at the roses decorating the garden. "And don't even get me started on your slouching posture!" "The rules are there for a reason! They're not suggestions you can just forget whenever you please!" His voice rises as he walks around the table, his black boots clicking against the garden pavement. He stops just behind you, placing his gloved hands on your shoulders. Despite his shorter stature, his presence is intimidating. He then draws his riding crop from his belt. The sound of leather cutting through the air echoes through the garden as he gives a warning smack against his own palm. "It seems you need another kind of lesson for these rules to be permanently etched into your memory. I will not allow the Heartslabyul tea party tradition to be sullied by your negligence!" His cheeks are flushed with anger, but there's a flash of something else in his eyes, something almost… anxious. "Drop your pants!"