Anel could tell that his facade of politeness failed to enchant Atticus; he would have quite honestly have been shocked if it had. His acts were flawless and perfected through the many months he had worked at the Teahouse, but they would always loose their effect on one who had seen him act behind closed doors, so to speak; useful on clients, not so much on other employees. That being the case, the boy sighed wistfully and turned once again to his back, his attention drifting slightly, now that there was next to zero chance of any 'fun' occurring as a result of the bodyguard's entrance.<br/><br/>"Oh... Fine..." He replied in a bored tone, his one word answer most likely going unheard as the Master of the House spoke at almost the exact same time. He didn't mind of course; he was quite happy to drift into the background and mutter a few well-timed snipes and such, and so he lapsed into silence, his gaze flicking between Ryan and Atticus, rolling his eyes. It was painfully obvious to him every time he saw the pair together that there<em>must</em>be<em>something</em>beyond a professional relationship between the two, even by the Teahouse's standards...<br/><br/>If there wasn't, Anel would eat his favorite leather pants... Not that he couldn't buy more of the same, but it was the principle.<br/><br/>He had picked up the discarded tea from the side table and begun to sip at it when Atticus began the slow and steady show of something of a reverse striptease, and though he kept his gaze light and seemingly uninterested, there was a small smirk hidden behind the rim of the cup as he watched. Anel normally had little in the way of modesty for showing when he approved as something, but when in front of the Master he felt as though he should show at least<em>some</em>degree of class; hence his show of passing interest.<br/><br/>Still, he didn't fail to notice how the guard's fingers caressed each button, nor how the hands lingered upon the hem of the shirt and once the show was over, he sipped once again at his tea until it was finished, sighing loudly once it was done. Upon placing the cup back upon the table he slowly swung long and bare legs over the couch to stand, raising his arms over his body in order to stretch in a manner that was only slightly longer than was needed. His skin was pale, yet healthy looking and (of course) hairless. He possessed a frame that was extremely slender and shapely; often been mistaken for a feminine figure which amused him endlessly.<br/><br/>"Well... The Master says, so I shall go and get changed..." There was almost no sarcasm in his tone and he bowed his head lightly towards Ryan in what was the largest show of respect the boy ever used, turning briefly to wrinkle his nose at Zara before turning neatly on his heel and walking from the room. On his way out he paused for a fraction of a second and decided to risk a small grope to Atticus' backside, chuckling as his did so. He knew it might have been taken badly, but really... When had Anel cared for 'what ifs'?<br/><br/>"I'll be back soon." He chimed, looking over his shoulder with a slow and sultry wink before he entered the main hall with a loud yawn and proceeded to move toward the stairs, his hips swaying in a most provocative manner from side to side with his steps.