The auction. Ah, yes...<br/>Ryan's head tilted, flow of black hair following his movement lazily.<br/>Something such a tradition in the Teahouse, to sell a whore's virginity, if he or she still possessed it of course, to the highest bidder.<br/><br/>"Oh.. well..," he said, then grinned a bit "There are only two bidders left right about now."<br/>Wandering over to his desk to flick through some papers, he let Atticus get the door and gestured with his free hand to have the platter somewhere where there was room.<br/>"That would be for you, Louis," he interrupted himself, meaning the lunch that had been brought.<br/><br/>Finding what he was looking for, he held up a paper of quite the quality, bearing a crest or weapon ; the clerk down the street wasn't just about anyone...<br/>"Lord Aldrich and one other. But.. the 'one other' who will remain anonymous, is of the type who bids on<em>all</em>virgins."<br/>His gaze dropped a bit, not caring all too much for this type of person. It was money, yes, but...<br/>"I'm quite certain Lord Aldrich will be able to outbid him continuesly until he folds..."<em>...though he has never before fold.</em>