Florence nodded when Ryan commented on the customs of payment. It made her impression of Master Ryan slightly more favorable, not that she'd found any reason to dislike the man so far. She smiled as he went on to suggest Atticus lead Nicholas and he take her to Adonijah. "Oh, I've no further questions," she assured the man.<br/><br/>Nicholas spoke up shortly after her, "That is very generous of you Master Valentine, though I would like to accompany the Lady to meet Adonijah and inquire if he would be okay with the rather...unusual part for his or her services. I would rather not work with anyone who would not enjoy what I request nor that would be too overly stiff in posing, that defeats a whole part of this." She watched as he reached to his satchel and withdrew charcoal and ink artwork of her. The two men would see her naked, or at least his interpretation of her naked, which meant she may as well have stripped her clothes off for them. The various poses revealed all of the secrets of her flesh, particularly the scarring she carried from the blades which had met her skin in the past.<br/><br/>She tilted her head to a side, curious what the Master of the House and the bodyguard would think of the long scar along her right side. Would they recognize it as something incurred in combat? And what of the smaller scars, more intricately weaved into her left side and the soft skin of her left breast. Those she had been held stationary for. There were tell-tale nicks from combat along her back, legs, and upper arms, but she'd been careful of her forearms and face; still, surely they would have some opinion of how a lady might come about such markings. Would they make an issue of it? Would they care?<br/><br/>It was a curiosity and it brought the subtle quirk of a smile to her lips as she watched for their reactions.. Assuming they even examined them closely. Nicholas' voice broke into her idle curiosity as he explaiend, "Perhaps you both would feel more at ease seeing what I am seeking in terms of posing. And I promise not to touch unless there is a need to help explain a position; that is unless asked of course but...well nevermind." Soemthing in the tone of it made her turn her gaze on him, eyes a touch softer as she considered him again.<em>'Hmm.. We all have secrets, don't we?'</em>