It gnawed at him still, even while his usual calm came back over him, covering him like a cloak, protecting him like armour would have.<br/>What gnawed at him, however, could not be shut outside, as it was inside already. His calm was no armour to something inside..<br/><br/><em>Interesting.. He's trying to distract me. I see some of his old ways have not faded. Then again, I'm certain it's hard to unlearn things you've picked up from whoring. Or.. wanted.</em><br/><br/>His eyes went over him. Again. He couldn't get enough. Oddly enough, even more so after having sex with him.<br/>It made him feel somewhat annoyed Atticus had asked Mary to get him a new shirt, though he would be quite the distraction if he kept this one on.<br/><br/>She must have gone get that right away.. Tss.. meant she choose to abide Atticus over him, as he had ordered a bath in his bathroom prior...<br/><br/><em>“Have you thought about capping it at some point?”</em><br/><br/>He but smirked at that. He knew the risks of not having any cap on a bidding war, but he did trust the Teahouse name to be well respected, its reputation unblemished.<br/>"Now where would I set such a cap, Louis..?" he said, laying the paper back on the desk "And what's to stop clients from bidding the cap at first bid..?"<br/>He smiled a slight smile at him, mind wandering again as he looked at something so mundane as a man eating his lunch.<br/><br/>Would he ever be able to live a relatively normal life?