There wasn't really anything Ryan could do for Anel. Asides kicking Gareth from the Teahouse, of course. If Anel had even hinted towards wanting revenge... he had probably granted it.<br/><br/>Had he not changed over time? Though.. it hadn't been all that long since he had tortured a man to death for harming a whore. That was Atticus, though. And he hadn't been his whore..<br/>Was it all that different? Was he not just as protective of all of his whores or was he misleading himself and did he hold the scarred up sword-dancer above all others?<br/>Probably.<br/>Still, he'd have choice words to say to Gareth for abusing his trust. He knew how men like this worked. Ryan was certain the businessman had not even thought about what rape would do to Anel. He might had not even thought it to be rape.<br/><br/>A slight nod was given to Anel when the whore took up his own mask anew.<br/>"Show them what you can do, Anel, but never be afraid to step up to me again if anything happens," he said quietly, standing to his feet again, slight frown on his face that quickly faded. "There are people here you can trust. And there are people here that will punish offenders."<br/>He smirked and shook his head, eyes going over the garden while arms folded before his chest. Why had he added those sentences? Surely Anel had understood now what he had tried to get across. Had there really been need to stress the point in this manner?<br/><br/>A hand slipped into a jacket-pocket and pulled out a wallet he opened to pull several bills from that he handed to the whore, though his face had gone calm, cold and distant again. He knew how much money he'd just given Anel, and it was quite a sum, but he just couldn't care.<br/>"Get dressed and get shopping. At least try to have some fun."