It didn't take someone as perceptive as Lessard to be able to discern that the bodyguard was in a rather terrible state. He shook his head slowly and shiftedhis gaze towards the doorway with a raised eyebrow, a thoughtful hum passing between his lips; it was rare to see Atticus so very paranoid and on edge. The man tended to be a pillar of solidarity in the House and it was a rather dramatic change to see him clutching at his head and stuttering in such a terrible manner. "There are no clients here, Mr. Cross... Should any come by I will politely deal with them and return to you; the wellbeing of the people in the House is surely as important as clients..."<br/><br/>He blinked slowly as Atticus spoke, a small frown upon his lips as he struggled to understand the fragmented speech, tilting his head to oene side. From the limited information he possessed, Lessard supposed that an old acquaintance was within the House; one whom the bodyguard didn't wish to see from a rather dark part of his past.. It would be difficult to deal with, certainly, but for such a dramatic reaction, the whore knew there had to be a deeper meaning to the affair.<br/><br/>"Calm down..." He said softly, his tone gentle yet firm as the man almost wretched in front of him, moving a hand slowly across the table to place it carefully and briefly atop Atticus' shoulder,offering a comforting squeeze before leaning back again. He doubted prolongedphysical contact would help any in this instance. As the final few words were traded, rungs suddenly slid into place and Lessard grimaced slightly, glancing towards the doorway once again; so whoever was in the House had a connection to the one who took Atticus' eye... That would certainly be difficult...<br/><br/>"Louis Cross." He stated firmly, folding his arms over his chest as the bodyguard was in danger of becoming hysterical, clearing his throat, his gaze hardening to a firm stare. "Nothing will happen to you here. Do you have so little faith in Master Ryan that you fret so very much when someone from your past comes calling? They have not come to see you... Furthermore..." He smiled softly and shook his head. "Master Ryan is responsible for everyone here, including you... You need to trust that he will take care of you..."<br/><br/>"Besides..." He chuckled softly. "It is rather obvious, to me at least, that Master Ryan has... A special care for you. Do you really think he would let anything like that happen?"