Lessard could not have been more of Atticus' opposite at that moment; where the bodyguard hunched over, the whore sat refined and poised. Where the bodyguard seemed panicked and deeply troubled, the whore was calm and composed. He arched a slender eyebrow and chuckled softly, shaking his head slowly before he spoke, his tone quiet and soothing. "I have been seated here for several minutes, hoping for some company... And you, Mr. Cross, seem to be in something of a state; I would think it wouldn't be pleasant for you to be alone..."<br/><br/>He nodded and reached for the nearby teacup, lifting it only t be reminded that there was not a drop to be found, sighing and replacing the cup back to the table. With a small shake of the head, Lessard rested an elbow on the table, hos cheek leaning upon aslender knuckle as he looked across at the bodyguard, frowning a little. "I realise we haven't spoken a great deal in my years here, and as such by no means do I expect you to bare the dark secrets of your soul to me... But I have been told I am a pleasant enough listener." A small smile came to his lips, lifting his head to tuck long strands of smooth hair behind an ear.<br/><br/>"I would offer an impartial ear for you, if you would like it. I know nothing of what bothers you... So perhaps I could offer another perspective...?" .he shrugged his shoulders with a light chuckle. "But it's up to you. I'll not hold you here..."