It was with a small note of mental pleasure that Lessard watched the boy move with complete obedience and silence; two qualities that were held in high esteem by the elegant whore and he himself didn'tmove other than to occasionally sip at his wine even as the wonderfully scarred body was revealed gracefully to him. A small thoughtful sound finally passed betweenhis lips after several doubtlessly agonizing moments of silent staring before he raised the hand holdinghis wine,offering it to River. *Hold it." He commanded firmly, his eyes resting upon the other males before he began his inspection.<br/><br/>Such a vast array of scars deserved some attention,and thus Lessard would give it. He stepped to the arms that was not holding the wine and raised it, fingertips rushing smoothly over the silken yet damaged flesh, his gaze almost clinical; as if he felt no sense of passion from the action. Of course he felt immense satisfaction from the view; it was proof that River could take a great deal... But of course he would not show such.<br/><br/>"Burns... Rope marks... Simple and effective..." He commentedidly, fingers tracing several scars before he moved the stand again in front of the boy and leaned forward to inspect the slender chest. Once again the very tips of his fingers brushed slowly over the porcelain flesh, purposefully drift tortuously close to dusky pink nipples only to move away. "Certainly, a large quantity of burns..." He again commented to himself as he moved yet lower, fingers skimming across River's stomach.<br/><br/>At this point, Lessard had to kneel in order to continue his inspection and he did so smoothly with a brief  look to River's eyes. It was a natural talent; the ability to assume what should have been a submissive stance and yet appear no less dominant and yet he did this as he made no mention of the boy's arousal, his hands running with a small hum over the vastly concentrated number of whip marks, his head tilting to one side. "The thigh is a sensitive area. These must have been painful." He then looked directly at River's length closely, a small smirk tugging at his lips.<br/><br/>"Nothinghere, I see..." He mused, resting a fingertip upon the tip before abruptly moving to his feet, lifting that same finger and turning it lightly.<br/><br/>"Turn around." He ordered. of course it would have been simple for him to walk around the boy, but it was a delicate part of his relationship with his clients; the start of the firstmeeting. The hierarchy had to be established and firmly re enforced; Lessard wouldnot allow River any room for error.