Leaning back on the elegant chaise longe, he allowed the music, the notes, the song Zara wove through the House to wash over him for a few moments, the thought surfacing he should let her play when there were clients in the House and she wasn't entertaining them more personally. The only problem with this would be her ever changing moods. God only knew what she would be playing if her mood changed dramatically.<br/><br/>His gaze went back to his bodyguard and right-hand man, a light chuckle escaping him at the show Atticus provided. Even if this man was disciplined on one hand, the other would show his past.<br/>It made him recall where, when and particularly why he had acquired him. Or.. 'saved' him.<br/><br/>"Much better,"  he said approvingly when Atticus had actually, finally, buttoned up, his tone of voice going back to his usual quietness.<br/><br/>Anel was back in his old behaviour, he could tell. The small hint of politeness was too thin to not look through, but Ryan decided to not bother and but nodded back at him when he inclined his head at the Master of the House.<br/>He knew this boy too well now to not respond to his stretching or his much too well-timed mumbled snipes.<br/>Afterall, didn't he bring in his share? And.. would he not fetch a handsome price one day soon for his 'special' state in the brothel?<br/>Virgins<em>were</em>expensive to buy for a night..