Despite the Master's insistence that he would not be sent away and the subtle relief that brought, Anel's breath still caught in his throat as the hand touched his cheek, half-expecting to receive a firm slap for his terrible behaviour. He certainly deserved it. For several moments the boy remained tense with his eyes closed before he became sure that he wouldn't be struck or sent away.<br/><br/>Slowly, his eyes opened again and he looked up at Ryan's face with a small frown. The show, of course; the Teahouse lived on putting on a professional and attractive image for the clients. No matter how he felt inwardly, Anel would simply have to smile and act pleasant to those who might want his services. "Right... The show... The show..." He chanted softly to himself, looking off to one side as the hand fell away from his cheek, biting his bottom lip for a moment before he nodded and places a smile upon his lips, it not quite reaching somewhat depressed eyes.<br/><br/>"The show will go on, Master Ryan. No one will ever know how I feel." He forced out a small chuckle and rose to his feet, brushing his knees down, tugging at the bottom of his robe that ghosted his upper thigh.<br/><br/>"So many of my clothes are revealing... Anyone would think I'm a whore." He winked, his facade being near flawless. He couldn't show how depression and worthlessness clawed at his insides; he would be a professional worker.