Out of the corner of his eye, Anel watched at Atticus took a deep drag of the cigarette, frowning slightly to himself. It seemed like the bodyguard had had something of a bad day himself, and that made it more difficult to feel bitter to the man; harder, but not impossible. It would take a great deal to repair the fractured trust of both Master Ryan and Atticus... But the young whore would do his best to maintain his performance.<br/><br/>"Ahh, so you're stuck with me, hmm?" He forced out a small giggle, sliding slender legs from the swing to cross them over his thighs. "Why don't you sit, hmm? I can tease you much easier if you're closer..." He managed a playful wink, patting the surface beside him before sighing once again, shuffling and tilting his head up to gaze at the sky, fiddling idly with a strand of long golden hair.<br/><br/>The sleeve of his silken robe had fluttered down to expose a smooth shoulder, various red marks and purple bruises visible on pale flesh clearly made by ropes and teeth. Nothing unusual on Anel, especially after a visit by... Him. Of course his wrists and thighs were the worst burned places, but they were just hidden by his robe, lips only slightly reddened from the gag that was used. None of it mattered of course; Atticus was always distant and untouchable, not as much as Ryan, but to Anel it seemed like there was a definite line between them.<br/><br/>The bodyguard probably wouldn't notice his injuries.<br/><br/>"I cant think of any dirty innuendos right now, Atti... Something along the lines of penetrating my armour... Letting me give your blade a polish..." He shrugged, averting his gaze. "I'm not at my best today..."