It was a strange switch of position; Cameron was being rather perfect for the client, much as Anel was and the blond himself was being anything but, just as Cam had the time before. Still, even as he realised just how bad an impression he was making on behalf of both himself and the Teahouse, he found himself not caring; he was in no fit state mentally and certainly not physically to satisfy another client. "Maybe you should go dry hump the money you seem to love. Fucking harpy." He muttered venomously back at Rubee, not missing a beat in the process and as Cameron spoke, he turned slightly watery eyes upon him, scoffing.<br/><br/>"And you shut up too. Ass. Copying my hair color. I was here first." He was finding insults were there were none, speaking in a much less animated tone than was usual; it was as though he was simply speaking such words because he usually did, rather than actually meaning them and he shrugged a shoulder, his free hand moving to tug the fallen sleeve of the gown back up it. "Anyway... I don't feel like seeing anyone else right now. I'm going back to my room unless anyone else fancies saying something to me...?"<br/><br/>At this, Anel glanced meaningfully at Ryan with narrowed, accusing eyes. He was certain that the Master of the House would have something to say regarding his disgraceful behaviour, and the boy couldn't wait to give as good as he got and then some. As an afterthought he decided he wished to drink right then and there; popping the cork from the bottle and tilting his head back, taking a rather large gulp and shuddering after. "Ergh. Disgusting..." He grumbled, still intending to drink regardless.