Atticus couldn’t hold back a small smile as Zara snarled in the man’s face at being rejected – he had a lot more grace about it than any client Atticus had known, but Zara was born to privilege, and even this gently spurning must bruise her. The smile was hidden quickly as the client used Master Ryan as a barrier and Zara fled.<br/><br/>He could feel the annoyance pouring off Master Ryan, and wasn’t surprised when he followed swiftly after her. Atticus offered the musician a small, polite bow and stepped to a side, gesturing to the Common Room. “If you would like to wait in here, sir, you will be more comfortable.” He wasn’t required to act as a host, but with Master Ryan so unhappy it wouldn’t do to add any more to it.<br/>