Apparently the day that had passed the Teahouse by had been one filled with unpleasantness. Lessard had been rather busy tending to his clients and as such he was unaware of the rather negative aspects of the previous day; in his opinion it had been quite a pleasant 'shift', for lack of a better word and as he descended the grand staircase from the numerous rooms above a small and contented smile lingered on his strong, elegant features. His head was tilted downward, glasses in place as he ran his eyes over the small book, his other hand slowly writing notes regarding his most recent client.<br/><br/>He was sure the boy would return, and he himself looked forward to the time; River had been a refreshing change from the monotony of would-be submissives and would most definitely be welcomed back into the whore's room. "Hm... Much too quiet... I really must push him further next time..." He mused aloud before he heard the sound of chatter and he looked up to watch the blonde and an unknown woman enter a nearby side room.<br/><br/>"Hmm...?" He tilted his head to one side, his curiosity rather piqued but he trusted that Cameron would ensure the possible client was introduced well into the House, and as such he didn't interfere. Instead, he made his way towards the tea room (one of his more favoured places to relax) and took a seat at a small, round table, neatly crossing his legs and placing the book on the smooth surface. "Hmm... Quiet this evening..." Lessard mused, reaching across for the teapot in the middle of the table, peering into it with a small sigh.<br/><br/>Empty...<br/><br/>He glanced around slowly for any sign of a servant or at least another whore or potential client to speak with. Things got rather dull withnonly one/ self for company, after all and he lightly drummed his fingers on the book cover, his other hand idly running though long dark hair.