Previous. (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=98126.msg4273261#msg4273261)<br/><br/>A slight gesture was made to a servant girl nearby, something she picked up and she rushed away to go get what the Master had ordered her ; the whole ordeal maybe a split second and nearly telepathic in nature.<br/>Ryan did adore well trained staff, and this particular girl had been serving the House for a few years now.<br/>Mary, her name was. He would recall her last name, too, if it would have mattered. But it didn't. Not with more pressing matters.<br/><br/>He didn't take to the straight back chair behind the desk. He would do so normally, bridge his fingers before his face, elbows planted on the desk, while staring calmly at who ever he had in his office.<br/>This time he kept stood, his back to his desk, then actually leaned against it and watched Atticus, studied him. For moments on end. Only stopping when the servant girl came back with fresh tea. Sugar, lemon, milk, whatever.<br/><br/>When she left at another slight gesture by Ryan, just before she could start poring and serving the two men, Ryan inclined his head lightly, but held his gaze on the other man. Only then he finally spoke.<br/><br/>"Do your scars still bother you, Louis?"