He frowned at Cameron, but didn't comment, nor stopped him on his way out of the office. The boy would learn. He had to. Ryan knew he had been on the streets, much like he had been himself, though that hadn't lasted for all too long and it was by his own choosing. The circles Cameron now found him in came with another set of rules and they were just as important to his survival as the rules of the streets had been when he had been there. Using the correct title at the correct time was one of these rules and it would serve him well when he actually managed to obtain a client of his own.<br/><br/>A smirk formed at Anel's words. He couldn't help but wonder what Anel wouldn't do. Perhaps bend over the good doctor and fuck him until he screamed...? Quite the possibility..<br/>His gaze wandered back to the man that had so many of the same features he had and his smirk melted into a smile once again. He<em>had</em>missed Damon very much.<br/><br/>"I rather you stay, Damon," he said, his voice calm and quiet again, no hint of cold anger left in it "Would you wish for tea or something like that? You must be tired. At least sit down."<br/>As he spoke, he had moved towards the other man and laid a hand against a cheek. Perhaps it had been his time with Atticus, perhaps he was growing weak and soft.