Anel could tell immediately at the perhaps should have been more tactful in his response, but then, when was he ever? And in his current state, such a thing would be impossible. He didn't see the blood that pooled in her palm, nor did Zara decide to voice the rather paranoid thoughts and as such the boy was left with no insight as to her true feelings.<br/><br/>The snap towards him caused him to flinch slightly and falter, blinking as he slowly hung his head. Would anyone love a whore? He himself was worse than a whore; he was ruined... Well he wasn't looking for love anyway. It was fine. Always fine.<br/><br/>And then suddenly the subject shifted back to himself.<br/><br/>He tensed and narrowed his gaze in the woman's direction, shaking his head. "You can forget that... No one is going near me for a bit... Don't care if Ryan wants to look... He can go fuck himself, or fuck-" He still had the sense not to finish that sentence. With a swift cough, Anel spoke again, a hand resting on his thigh. "It'll get better... no one would care anyway." He thought about how he would break the news to the others; he couldn't keep it to himself. The outburst and the auction meant that he had no option...<br/><br/>It wouldn't be pretty.<br/><br/>"Zara... You won't tell... Will you? I need to... Be the one to do it..."