Colonel Flashman nodded quietly, not at all betraying any expression that displayed any form of disapproval nor disgust. In truth, he felt nothing for the dejected whore, save for perhaps a hint of pity. He made a mental note to include a generous tip for the male whore Cameron at the end of the night, and adjourned to the billiards room as directed by one of the fine establishment's servants.<br/><br/>He hardly had any cause for complaint as he was guided in, taking a fresh glass of scotch, taking note of the painstaking effort made in hospitality and making him feel comfortable. Sitting upright, back straight now on a sofa he left his cane leaning casually against his armrest, as he produced a cigarette and pursed it betwixt his lips, leaning forward with an expectant air as the servant dutifully placed the lighter before him. Now that he was puffing away placidly and was gracious enough to murmur a word of thanks, and displaying his gratitude with a quick placement of currency upon the servant's palm, he was dismissed without a word, happy for now to remain in peace whilst he awaits the lady named Zara.