Laying the comb aside, picture of calm detachment, fingers only lingering a heartbeat too long, he nodded, lightly.<br/>"Our first meeting, yes," he said, then turned and leaned against the cabinet, folding his arms before his chest, head tilting while he studied the other man.<br/><br/>Of course Ryan had seen the man before they actually had met, most often at the arm of a certain gentleman in a brothel he'd not bother to recall the name of. He had asked around to inquire the whore had been for sale or not. He contemplated a man like him would make a nice addition to the Teahouse, back then.<br/>That thought had never changed, only the role Ryan had in mind.<br/><br/>If it was up to him -and it was, now wasn't it?- Atticus would never have to sell his body again.<br/><br/>"No, you never," he said, a slight smile curling his lips "Do you want to?"