He couldn't help but laugh at the potpourri comment. Ryan liked this woman. Of all things, a woman, yes. He liked her as a person, though. He'd not even consider bedding her.<br/>Afterall. She<em>was</em>a woman.<br/>The way she changed the subject was sublime, and it earned her yet another mental note of the Master of the House. He'd see her in the position of his current accountant.<br/><br/>Something that became a more pleasing idea when she let her mind go through this ordeal and shared these thoughts with him.<br/><br/>"Well, as you were the one to bring this to my attention, it can not be you. I'm certain you're aware of my passion for the financial and would probably not be so dumb to expose yourself in this manner if you had been the one responsible," he said, his gaze going back up at her while his hands lowered to rest on the papers.<br/>"I know I've not done this. The Teahouse is precious to me. It's my home. If I<em>were</em>to steal, money would be coming<em>into</em>the House, not out of it."<br/>He leaned back, brow furrowing, nodding slightly.<br/>"You're correct. Only one person could have done this," he added, somewhat absent-mindedly.<br/>"I'm not certain he'd cough up what he has done, but I have ways to get him to talk that might scare him. I do know a few strings I can pull around him. For one ; he does not only work for us.."<br/><br/>It didn't seem to bother him one bit he had cut Rubee. A papercut was nothing at all.<br/>Nor did he care, at all, about bringing a man down in all the ways he could think of.<br/>Someone<em>dared</em>to siphon. Someone<em>dared</em>to touch his Teahouse.<br/>It was as if he himself had been defiled.<br/><br/>Still absent-mindedly he stroked the papers, thinking to himself what he would do, how he would do this, then returned his attention to Rubee, eyes having grown cold and holding a dangerous glint to them.<br/>"Tell me, if you had a free hand in this.. How would you go about setting this straight, Rubee?"