And another male entered the room, this time one obviously male. And very attractive. Until he opened his mouth, that is.<br/>Cold grey eyes narrowed at Cameron.<br/><br/>"The miss on your side did not order a line-up of<em>males</em>without reason," he said coldly, then turned his attention back to Zara and folded his arms before his chest.<br/>"I'm starting to believe you're the only one with any intelligence and passion here, miss. Such a shame you're not male, really," he added, a bit lower, shaking his head.<br/><br/>"Maybe my family was incorrect about the Teahouse. Maybe I should take my business somewhere else, instead," he mused, gaze drawing from both Cameron and Zara when yet another man entered. Apparently the line-up call was quite successful, even if it was a bit slow. Men seemed to be trickling in from all parts of the House. It evoked the slightest of smiles on River's porcelain features. A smile that broadened when the new arrival spoke to the white haired man, and, for the first time he entered this particular brothel, he had a feeling he might actually get what he desired.<br/><br/>The inclination of Lessard's head was met with his own. Polite for once. He didn't, however, lift his gaze again, sucking his lower lip in at the question of his appetite, gaze firmly on the floor while his cheeks flustered ever so slightly.<br/><br/>He really should test if his hunch was correct. He really should.. act like the spoiled little brat... see how he responded.<br/><br/>A slight frown to his forehead. Would he be disappointed again? It took a few moments for him to scrape together his mask again and he was able to look Lessard in the eye, a slight smirk forming on his own lips. He almost didn't dare speak. The smirk could break at any given time.<br/><br/>"I'm not too certain this particular brothel holds the quality I seek, mister...?" he said, one brow raising slowly as he felt the mask fall back into place.