If left to his own devices, Cameron would have recovered from that bout of depression within a few minutes. He didn't have time to pout over spilt milk, there were other things that required his attention such as trying to get a client in a different way. After all, he had a bill to pay and had sworn he would do so and he never went back on his word. He would rather die instead of fail in what he had said he would do. But getting someone to pick him willingly was harder than before he had come here. A lot harder than before.<br/><br/>He was used to simply threatening others to do what he wanted or taking it from them if he desired it. But here he'd found he couldn't do that because the Teahouse had certain rules prohibiting the sort of things he was used to doing. It made things inconvenient for him since he had no experience in that related field. Be nice? How? What else could he do other than what he had been doing up until now? He raised a brow when Rubee spoke to him about 'having his hand held' and almost chuckled at the mere thought of that.<br/><br/>"Trust me, having my hand held is the last thing I'd want to have happen here. Or for that matter, anywhere." Cameron replied to her and frowned when she spoke of not letting rejection show on his face. What was she talking about? Had he seriously let that happen? He felt somewhat shocked at the revelation and shook his head, raising a hand to scratch his forehead. "I wasn't aware I was showing such emotion. It won't happen again." The white haired man said, a bit embarrassed at his unintended display of emotion here.<br/><br/>How could he have let such a thing happen? He was usually in better control of his emotions. Perhaps the heat had simply gotten to him and messed with his mind, causing him to not think straight. Cameron shook his head when Rubee spoke of being more aggressive in his selling tactics. "But what if I scare away the customers? I thought the point was to be polite and courteous to show the nature of the Teahouse. Yes, flirting would be nice but I don't really have that much experience there. Nor am I familiar with holding back."<br/><br/>He had just opened up a bit to Rubee and wondered how she would react. Cameron nodded when she told him he needed a stronger back bone if he wanted to work here. Well, he had no issue with that but if it got him into trouble there would be hell to pay. Literally. He would have to find out another way to make some large amounts of money in a short period of time. Truthfully, he didn't give a damn about any of the whores here, they could say whatever they wanted about him and it wouldn't bother him that much at all.<br/><br/>But the clients were different. If they kept rejecting him, he was going to be in trouble. But if he pushed too hard, they might protest and that was also detrimental. "I will see what I can do when the next client arrives." Cameron told her and waited for Rubee to return to the room she had left him in as he went to where he had stashed his art supplies. Pulling them out, he went over to the table and started to sketch to pass the time. Thinking of the latest client, he started to draw him. He had a good memory for people.<br/><br/>They were easy to draw and came out well most of the time. Once he was done with the man, he started on a portrait of Rubee herself and continued to sketch the outline of the woman, filling in things here and there to add mystery and the allure of beauty that the female possessed. Cameron was so focused that he began to lose time.