Eduardo kept his had down, eyes flicking across the computer screen at the order guides he'd been looking over for the new dining room being added to the bathhouse.  It would be opening within the week, and he had to be sure that everything the kitchen staff required was in order.  At the same time, he knew that two people, both of which he knew, were walking across the large lobby toward his desk.  Even deep in thought, he sat in his giant desk chair like a king upon a throne, only looking up when Riorden finally spoke.<br/><br/>His eyes met the man's own and the images of the audition he'd put him through flew into his mind.  There was no sex ever involved in interviews, but Eduardo made sure that each and ever new prospective entertainer would not shy away from taking the initiative in that arena since the clientele would be much less subtle about their desires.<br/><br/>"You're early.  That is good.  Go on through.  Change into something appetizing and make some rounds," was all he said before he turned to Trent who had shown up just as he'd finished his orders.<br/><br/>"Trent," was all he said as his demeanor changed when addressing the young man.  He hadn't really ever addressed him before at all, but now, he was a member.  The tone and privilege was different.  There was a marked difference now in the young man and not just physically.  "It must have been difficult," he mentioned, looking toward the absence of the collar around Trent's neck.  He took the envelope and set it beside the keyboard on his desk.  "You'll get no quarrel with me.  Everything is in order, so I only wish you enjoy yourself just as your late master had," he said with a nod and gestured to the door.