<em>"My name is Lessard Tabris. Should you chose to venture into my chambers however, you will not be needing it."</em><br/><br/>River's mask shattered. Almost literally.<br/>Breath caught in his chest and he had to look away, one hand forming into a fist to press against his lips, sleeve falling back to halfway his lower arm, showing Lessard a collection of cuts and burns that were healing quite nicely but were also very recent.<br/><br/>Those cold grey eyes closed for moments. His chest raised and fell for a deep breath.<br/>Finally the arm fell back to the armrest, though his face stayed averted.<br/><br/>"My family send me to the Teahouse to prevent me getting scarred up in places that can not be covered by clothing, mister Tabris, " he said quietly "Because they are all too aware my passions can not be contained. Not by my House. Not by me."<br/><br/>He wanted to look up, see the man respond. He didn't however, he couldn't.