The very instant the distant bang of the door was heard, Anel winced and sighed heavily, a grimace crossing his features. Only one person made sure an irritating racket and sure enough, the woman's tones came violently down the stairs, to which the young whore made a small sound of distaste, placing his tea on the elegant table beside the couch he lounged on.<br/><br/>"Bloody woman... Making the tea taste bad..." He grumbles, dark blue eyes flicking to the entrance for the room through which she entered, a snide snicker passing between his lips at the way in which she seemed to stumble over her feet as she realised the Master was present.<br/><br/>Anel didn't understand why she, and indeed others, seemed to dance around Ryan's very presence; he personally knew he did good work, would do whatever was asked of him and as such he felt no need to give Mr Valentine any special treatment... Save for the politeness, which was something to note from the rather bratty young man.<br/><br/>He was relieved when Zara left him alone; the woman annoyed him and the less he had to deal with her the-<br/><br/>And suddenly his day improved. The pleasant sight of the bodyguard entering with his shirt open no less was something to be thankful for, and a small smile played upon pink lips as Anel turned onto his stomach, legs bending at the knee to wave through the air. "Why, hello there." He purred silkily, casting a brief look to the Master.<br/><br/>It was unclear whether or not the man was possessive of his bodyguard or not, and while Anel was a brat, he was not a fool and as such, didn't wish to push his luck... But oh, that open shirt...<br/><br/>"Thank you very much." He added lightly, humming as he reached out to pat the muscular man's hand lightly, slender fingertips lingering a moment longer than necessary. "-But I must watch my figure... I'd be no use to the House if I got all fat; I don't work out like you do..." And he wasn't going to start.<br/><br/>Anel rather loathed physical labour. "How are you on this lovely morning? By that I mean, how are we all?". He lightly cleared his throat; he didn't mean that, but... Best to remain polite.