Atticus words pulled a slight smirk from Ryan. If he had his way, Atticus wouldn't be standing all day, but.. life in the Teahouse wouldn't stop for anything, not even this. Not even for the Master of the House.<br/>He followed him with his eyes alone, fighting the urge to follow him with everything else, as well. He couldn't help but chuckle quietly when the other man stroked his desk with what seemed pity that he'd not stand by his thread. At least, not now..<br/><br/>It was so hard to not answer that glance with more then a lowering of his gaze. There was no time at the moment for all the things he wanted to do.<br/><br/>Mary didn't break his daydreams, his thoughts, but waited, patiently, until he'd snap out of it so she would be able to ask if she should clean up Ryan's bedroom.<br/><br/>Three short knocks on the door and a familiar voice brought him back to the here and now, eyes flicking up to Mary first, knowing what she wanted to ask him.<br/>"Leave it," he mumbled to her "I want his scent in my bed..."<br/><br/><em>"Master Ryan, this is Rubee Mariana, I wanted to speak with you about some financial matters. I do not think it can wait considering the gravity of the situation."</em><br/><br/>"Yes, come in, Rubee," he said, raising his voice a bit, slight gesture to Mary to have her on her way again. He could hear Atticus in his bathroom and he sighed through his nose.<br/>He'd rather join then discuss finances. Apparently there was a first for everything..