<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Riorden</span></span>* Character Sheet (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=163693.msg7601174#msg7601174) * o/o (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=4514.msg151178#msg151178) *<br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i623.photobucket.com/albums/tt317/in_the_dark_photos/Male/brown%20hair/gaston_willig/gaston_willig_1.jpg)</div>Riorden hadn't had time to do anything wrong and he certainly didn't know that the handsome older man who entered the hall almost as he tuned his guitar was the owner. He gave a slight smile to the man and no more thought that 'damn even the older people here are beautiful'. It made him thankful that he had a work out routine that he enjoyed and that he took care of himself. Hiding an ounce of fat would be difficult in a clothing optional spa... if one could consider what he was wearing clothing.<br/><br/>The musician did not have the advantage of knowing that the man owned the place. His employment interactions thus far had been only with Eduardo. It wouldn't matter anyway. When the naked man (who's body was mostly obscured by the bench, thankfully) came up to talk to him the blue eyed brunette stilled his fingers and gave the man a broad smile that said he was genuinely happy to be talking to the man. It was a practiced smile, one he gave to people who complimented his playing or the smile given to customers at his former job before they could sip the first taste of the coffee he was making for them. It was a smile he woudl give anyone, even if he knew that this man was his boss. Riorden was a people person. His current venue of employment didn't change that.<br/><br/>"Riorden sir." He responded politely. "A grand total of 15 minutes actually." The younger man said with a slight blush and tucked a long strand of hair behind his ear to show just a little of his discomfort. He knew once the day wore on his fear of the unknown would dissipate because the day would be what it would be. "Can I get you anything? A beverage from the hospitality cart or deliver a order to the kitchen? I was going to start with guitar, but perhaps you would like the option of flute or recorder?" He asked, not once breaking eye contact with the man whom he assumed was a member of the Bath. It wouldn't be polite to visually dwell on the broadness of his shoulders and the thickness of his arms that suggested the man spent time in a weight room. Something Riorden couldn't afford himself, yet.