So it seemed as if she didn't know anyone here. Epic fail. He let his eyes linger on the female for a moment. "I guess I should have said unlucky then." Cam said with a shrug.<br/><br/>Of course he should have known she wouldn't understand. No one would because he hadn't told them, after all why should he open up to the whores?<br/><br/>It wasn't as if he wanted to make friends here. This was just a favor he was doing until he had paid off the debt. But then again, he should get some clients at least in order to gain some money. Maybe if he changed his tune and attitude he could snare someone. However, that was easier said than done. Cameron's attitude was flirtatious and cocky, something that didn't go well with those who came to the Teahouse. Not to mention the fact that he made it seem as if he didn't care about what others thought.<br/><br/>And then there was the fact that he always tended to speak his mind rather than stay silent or lie. Most people couldn't handle him and thus the reason why he was alone.<br/><br/>"How many clients have you gotten so far?" He asked curiously, wondering what sort of success rate she had here. Cameron raised a brow at her words.<br/><br/>Now that was something he didn't hear every day. "A<em>glass</em>violin? Wouldn't that be really easy to break?" Ah, so she played it at late hours in the night. It was a wonder he hadn't heard a ruckus being caused by the other whores. "Where I am, it's not easy to hear things in the distance." Cameron murmured cryptically. He tended to take midnight strolls around the brothel to get fresh air and ruminate on what his gang was doing right about now. During the night was when they used to roll often.<br/><br/>Lucky for Annabelle, Cameron wasn't particularly interested in her clothing choice. He had merely asked because it had struck his attention, not his interest and that was all.