<em>"That's perfectly fine, sir. Just don't mix the two and I'll be more than satisfied. Is there anything you'd require for Atticus' posing? I'm not too certain about the lighting in his room.." <br/><br/>"Lighting will of course be a concern, I do hope if his room isn't well suited to studying his lines another one might be available? As simple in decor as possible, less to detract from the body."</em><br/><br/>This time Atticus did miss the subtle movement on his blind side, his attention keeping forwards until there was an expectant lull. His jaw muscle twitched and he nodded slightly. “The window is modest but it faces North... if it is inadequate, I believe Fiona’s room catches the most of the daylight.” He didn’t think she would mind the room being borrowed for a mere hour.<br/><br/>Atticus slightly preferred the thought of being in someone else’s room, now that he thought on it. He didn’t want to sell off more of himself than he could control, and letting the man into his bedroom made his throat dry. He didn't want a stranger looking at his things, few though they were. But - it was stupid to become accustomed to the luxury of a private room... no, he shouldn’t bother Fi. And if Master Ryan did put him back in the stable, well. He would have to adjust, wouldn’t he?<br/><br/><em>“...more time from any of those working here. The standard time would be an hour."<br/><br/>"As for time, an hour with Atticus should be enough, I would say two with ..."</em><br/><br/>Only an hour. It would be over swiftly. It would not be so bad.<br/><br/>He didn’t remember who had said those words to him first. Back when he had cried each time he was sold. It would not happen to his son. He did this so James never had to suffer undesired touch. His resolve hardened in him like a crystal forming. Blank, focused calm settled over him. He would please the client, and please the Master of the House, and he would get paid. And that was it. Nothing else mattered.<br/>