A smile. Small yet certainly visible came to Lessard's features at the small his that passed between River's lips, nodding his head slowly in response to the firm and sure words. Perfect. It wouldn't do to indulge one who felt any kind of shame regarding their appetites; for whatever the whore did in the privacy of his chambers, his one goal was to bring pleasure to those who visited... Certainly not to bring added shame onto their shoulders.<br/><br/>"Good." He stated simply, the pleasure clear in his tone before he stepped forward yet again, those deep, almost metallic blue eyes remaining fixed upon the boy's as a slender hand reached outward at a tortuously slow pace; River would have ample time to move away should he wish, but Lessard had a strong suspicion that no such move would be made. His fingers coiled gently around the boy's delicate chin, holding the face still in a firm and unwavering manner, his thumb caring to drift upward and brush ever so slightly over River's lower lip as he examinedclosely the pale face.<br/><br/>"Nothing shameful indeed..." He added softly, removing his hand and stepping back abruptly, closinghis eyes and slowly removing his glasses, breathing heavily upon the framesand deftly wipingthem clean, drawing out the silence before he replacedthem and tilted his head to one side, a slighthint of impatience in his tone as he spoke again, his voice hard and firm; suddenly rather strict.<br/><br/>"One more time... What do you desire from the Teahouse?"<br/><br/>He did not say it, but it was clear that he expected an answer... And it was very rare indeed that when Lessard truly meant something, he was denied...