A slight smirk tugged at Gareth's lips as he watched Anel move. The boy knew he was attractive, it showed in the way he acted, and though he usually preferred to remain detached, he figured there was no point in pretending he didn't like him. It wasn't his first visit, after all, and he was coming back after this most likely.<br/><br/>He grabbed a silver lighter, engraved with his monogram, from his pocket, and as he shifted to cross his legs, he flicked it open, the spark from the lighter illuminating his face briefly as he took a drag on his cigarette to light it. He snapped the lighter shut, casually propping his elbow up on the arm of the chair as he breathed out a stream of clove-scented smoke slowly, languid tendrils drifting up from the smoldering cigarette in his extended hand. He didn't ask for an ashtray, assuming that Anel would fetch him one. He knew what to do, after all.<br/><br/>"As cute as that... ensemble is, I think I want you out of it. Now," Gareth said calmly, taking another drag from the lit cigarette between his fingers, his eyes not leaving the young whore before him, indeed, following his every move with an almost predatory look, calculating and calm as he waited for Anel to obey his instruction.<br/>