He let it slide, as he let his eyes go over the whore and back to the garden, slipping the bills into his jacket.<br/>He had not though Anel to be hard of hearing, nor dense, but.. Inwardly he shrugged. If the whore could keep this mask up only due to having it up everywhere even if Ryan had told him to use it before the guests, who was he to tell him otherwise? It wasn't like Ryan did not hold up a mask. Was it really different what he did himself?<br/>His gaze dropped to the ground, slight frown forming, seemingly forgetting Anel was still there. Hands met on the low of his back as he studied the grass he was stood on.<br/><br/>Anel was right about one thing ; he did not indulge. Not enough anyway.<br/><br/>Shaking his head, he looked up again. "Very well, Anel," he said quietly "But first I would have to deal with Mister Aldrich, hm?" and shrugged, turned to walk away, looked over his shoulder and smirked "I love you like a son, Anel. Don't get any ideas..." the actually did walk away, exited the garden to enter the building, wandered through the hall and into his office, not giving the whore a chance to respond to his words.<br/><br/><hr/>To. (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=98330.msg4946711#msg4946711)