At the small gesture Master Ryan made at him, Atticus’ gaze was drawn fleetingly to the back of the Master’s head before he bowed slightly to the couple for the introduction. It was neither more nor less than the usual.<br/><br/>He kept his gaze on the clients. Focus on them. He knew how it went. It wasn’t like he’d never been fucked by the Master of the House before. Just not this House. How was it truly any different? The House always came first. At least he wouldn’t be expected to take either of these to bed.<br/>