“I believe you, sir,” he murmured softly, the lie sounding no different than a truth. He’d had a long time to perfect it. He followed the man into his room, pulling the door to but not shutting it, his eyes wanting to flick to the bedside table but he didn’t look, not even for a moment. No weaknesses, no flaws. “Only a fool would try to cheat Master Ryan.” He gave a slight shrug and said, “it makes no matter to me where I am or how dressed, sir. The light, as you can see, is rather weak even at this hour. The rooms across the hall face South, so catch more light.” He moved across the room to the desk, sliding a few papers into a draw and shutting it gently then leaned one hip against it. “Would you care to see the other room?”<br/><br/>He watched the blonde man passively, then frowned. “...might I ask for what purpose you wish to draw me, sir?” He hadn’t thought to ask in the office, but the thought of one of his old clients – and one in particular – seeing it and asking the knight where he had found such a model... to be discovered...  even in his cold, barren place the idea frightened him.<br/>