"I trust the tea will be here in a matter of minutes," Master Ryan said as he made his way to the chair behind his rather nice desk,"I have the feeling you are looking for something specific, sir," with his next words his eyes stayed on Nicholas, a smile on his lips "I'd like to hear about this, if you would be so kind."<br/><br/>Florence took that moment to remind herself of the possible routes of escape. And God did it bother her that she did so, recounting the path they'd followed to get here in her mind as well as other potential exits and halls that might lead to them. Mentally she sighed at herself,<em>'Woman... this is </em>not<em> a job.'</em>Slender fingers hooked around some of her golden curls and brushed them to the side of her face, making them bob.<em>'It never hurts to be observant.'</em>It was a vain effort to fend off what she knew would come.<br/><br/><em>The careless become the dead in my profession, Love.</em>The thought - memory really - of his voice was enough to make her feel so small. As accurate as it was he could have been there, standing over her shoulder, whispering in her ear again...<br/><br/>It sent a nigh imperceptible shudder down her spine and Florence shifted further back in her seat as though to ward off a chill. Nicholas was speaking. Truth be told he had been for a while now at least, but Florence's attention was divided. His voice was a comfort against the memories though as it swam back into focus, "...I would hate to hear any information about was leaked. Including just who I choose to model. So Valentine, can you assure me that your people are discreet?"<br/><br/><em>'Ah, his project.'</em>Her fingers rested on her lap again, fingertips briefly picking at some of the jet lacing on the glove of her left hand.<em>'I was in such a </em>good<em> mood, Goddammnit.'</em>It took an effort not to scowl, but Florence was well skilled at wearing masks, and so she didn't.<br/><br/><em>Moods come and go, and you have to control them unless you want everyone to know your secrets.</em>The voice sounded in her mind again, her own personal torment.<br/><br/><em>'Stop, Florence. He's gone now.'</em>She saw Nicholas turn his gaze toward the door -<em>'Exit number one...'</em>- and point toward the bodyguard, or the person she assumed was the bodyguard. She was ninety-nine percent certain, which was the primary source of possible derailment should she and Nicholas be required to use exit number one.<em>'Stop it. Stop!'</em>Nicholas was speaking again, and Florence used that. Abruptly she brought his words to focus, making them be the center of her attention for the time being.<br/><br/>"...fect edge to him, that<em>something</em>that has been eluding my work so far on this particular piece of the project. I understand that security isn't often for... sale as it were, but I just want to draw him. Nude granted, but I'll pay as well as I would if he were a whore and I were interested in the fucking. At least one other will be required, this time. I wish to see a full line up because there will be other needs, types, best suited for other days, feel free to charge the normal rate for their time of course."<br/><br/>There was another sound behind Nicholas' words, aside from his own enthusiasm. Clothing moving, if only fractionally. Florence's eyes turned at last on the door and on Atticus beside it. Her gaze rested first on his face, and then moved along his arms.<em>'So tense.'</em>She was fairly certain it was not the same tension she found evident in her muscles from nerves regarding a potential job, but rather something more emotional. She could relate to that.<br/><br/>Florence turned her gaze back on Master Ryan, thoughtful and curious what the man would say to Nicholas' proposition. As for her.. Well, she hoped the man who'd offered them that polite smile downstairs was a whore by employment. Perhaps with some luck she could recapture her good mood and relax enough to have some fun. Even thinking about the session that laid ahead helped her to feel a bit more at ease.