The laughter made him feel not much better at all but the man was what his muse had been searching for so he would take the time he had contracted for and get his work done. Perhaps as little talking as possible would be best. Atticus Cross may not have been a whore but he was damn good at acting like one. Which meant he had likely been one at one time. How much must the man secretly loath him for requesting this of him? Nicholas wasn't at ease with that thought, nor with the false 'excitement' Mr. Cross professed.<br/><br/>Still he had followed him up the stairs, bound and determined to do what he had come here for, hoping that Florence would find herself only enjoying her afternoon.<br/><br/>When the door opened to reveal a simple, rather bare room Nicholas glanced around it appraising before wondering which would be worse. To do this in the man's own room and take that haven from him or to ruin his friend's room for Atticus. The light was more then good enough in here and so he nodded slowly, giving his assent. "Though I wonder if you would be more comfortable here or in the other room you received agreement for. Regardless, thank you."<br/><br/>The artist moved deeper into the room, considering where best to set his subject. "I meant what I said Mr. Cross, I have no intention to touch you or make use of you for anything other then my drawings. As for the amount clothing on during said sketches, I would prefer no shirt if you would not be too uncomfortable but please retain your breeches. They are revealing enough of your legs that I should not have an issue building whatever garments would be best for the piece as a whole."