Pulling a chair to take a seat, Ryan grinned inwardly to himself. No, whores and horses were not alike. For one, a whore didn't really have a certain maximum value to him. They were people, unique individuals. To set a maximum value would mean to set a maximum in their development, as well.<br/>As Atticus ate, he planted his elbows on his desk, bridging his hands before his face, looking over the tips of his long, elegant fingers at him.<br/>So alike how he'd look at clients that wandered into his office.<br/><br/>"Tell me something, Louis, I'm curious," he said, tone of voice calm and nearly emotionless, quite close to what it normally was.<br/>"Why attempt distract me from my thoughts...? You know I enjoy money, yes. There<em>are</em>other things in life, though.."<br/><br/>This was, of course, quite a dangerous path for Ryan to take. So close to emotions, so close to this gnawing inside of him. But he couldn't quite help it. He just had to poke.