Seeing Anel.. crumble before him was almost too much. But he wasn't here to be his best friend. He was here to do what was right. Ryan did not think showing his emotions would aid Anel or the situation he was or was not in.<br/>Some might think Ryan to be cold, but this mask also was able to calm others down. If he were to explode or gently hug his long arms around the whore Anel might just lose it completely, and thus he offered this mask and not the fire that was starting to burn underneath it.<br/><br/>He nodded at Anel's words. Yes, he did know the whore liked it rough. It was one of the reasons he had wanted Anel to work for the Teahouse. There were plenty a client who cared to dish out. A whore that enjoyed receiving was rare and would be treasured, both by clients and brothel.<br/><br/>Ryan met those eyes, his own still not showing emotion, though it was getting harder to not do so. He could almost hear him say Gareth had raped him. When Anel's eyes lost their light, he raised a brow, the words coming from him not what he had expected.<br/><br/>"He did?" he asked, then frowned and lifted his gaze to the sky for moments, then looked back downwards.<br/>"He fucked you," he said, not meaning it as a question.<br/>"Did you enjoy it?"