The response from the cellist made Fiona's lips compress a touch, her eyes dropping since clearly her opinion was not valued here; her fingers tightened ever so slightly around her book, clasping it before her as the man's voice spoke with a passion that made her think perhaps he would be better off selecting Zara as his companion of choice for the visit. She had passion as well but perhaps not...lust as he sought here. Was it stupidity that sent clients here to the Teahouse to seek their company? No, she did not believe that, after all a good few of her normal patron's sought her out for the wealth of richness of her conversation, the debates of philosophies and different interpretations of poetry's meanings. Stupidity was not something she could offer really, for she was one of those who believed in truth that arousal began and ended in the mind, that the mind was just one more part to entice and arouse, what better way then with spirited intellect and discourse?<br/><br/>Inwardly her lips twitched with a smile at that, perhaps she was not made to be a whore with such thoughts, though being as she was did bring a hefty sum to the Master fairly often. It certainly had with her virgin night.<br/><br/>Fiona eyes did raise though at the thought of this man pressuring her and Zara into anything, surely Master Ryan would know that it would only lead to a bad resolution for the day. Her aquamarine eyes lowered again though before her thoughts could be read, face elegantly downcast and demure. It was a relief to her heart to hear Ryan give the same verdict as her own thoughts. Still what she had learned so far of the cellist, never one of her clients before, made her uncertain that she could be completely comfortable giving him anything further then discussion about her father's works. After all it was hard to work with men who sought only mindless comfort, she was a different type of whore, one that catered to the mind; still she served the Teahouse and Master Ryan and the money would not go amiss. Perhaps the man was simply over eager in his plans and would mellow.<br/><br/>The eyes that rested on her didn't surprise her, she knew it was likely Atticus worrying about her and she would give neither him nor the Master any reason to worry. She was the easy going one, that one that could charm all the clients with sweet manners and a ready smile; she was not about to add to their work level and so she stayed, waiting for the Master to give approval to the cellist before she started back for her room, either alone or with the musician.