There was the slightest hint of a smirk at his words. Of course the House did not<em>allow</em>to 'consort' -and what an elegant way of putting this-, but the 'House', meaning Ryan, also knew, all too well, no amount of 'not allowing' would keep the staff from doing whatever they pleased when they thought Ryan was not aware of what went on.<br/>He simply didn't see the harm in it. It might even be good from the perspective that it kept the whores trained and.. on their toes.<br/><br/>"You're my steel, Louis," he said, pushing himself from the desk and wandering over to him, slight smile to his lips. "You have yet to disappoint me," he added, hand raising to stroke those scars on the man's cheek. Gently. Back of his fingers.<br/>"I'd not send you from me."<br/><br/>His eyes were still on his, they had never left, never faltered. As if he tried to gaze into the other man's mind, penetrate his soul with his own.<br/>He only broke this eye-lock when he leaned in, quite looming due to his height, and whispered against the man's ear.<br/><br/>"Say it.<em>Name</em>this person..."