Anel heard, of course, the echoing footsteps that signalled another's entrance into the main hall, but he assumed it to be another worker and as such paid it no attention. He didn't turn to look back as first one man made his way into the common room, moving swiftly and gracefully up the stairs in hopes that he could steal away to his room and change before anyone important noticed. Not that the Master was not important of course... Clients were simply a different kind of importance.<br/><br/>The boy had almost reached the top of the stairs when the voice drifted up to his ears and he blinked slowly, Ryan's words fluttering back to him regarding his inappropriate attire and he took a moment to damn the fact that he always seemed to be right about these things before focusing on more important matters.<br/><br/>He couldn't recognise the voice.<br/><br/>He paused and frowned deeply, casting about frantically in his mind. He thought of G... Gary? Grendel? Gwen? He mentally cursed, panic filtering to the edges of his mind; it would be a deep show of disrespect to have to ask a client to repeat his name, especially when he himself was recognised from the back, and Master Ryan wasn't known for appreciating complaints... Gareth! Or was it Galeth? Which was it?<br/><br/>Upon making the decision that it would be rude to face the opposite way for much longer, the boy turned slowly and smiled from his position on the step, moving to descend back to the main floor, keeping his perfected gaze upon Gareth's. His expression was one of smouldering desire, and the manner in which he swayed his hips had been delicately emphasised by the tactful placing of a hand upon the slender bone. While he didn't remember the name, he remembered the man's appearance... And he had certainly had a most wonderful previous appointment with him.<br/><br/>"Ah... I am terribly sorry that you must find me in such a state, Sir..." He said lightly, tilting his upper body forward in a simple yet elegant bow, standing a respectful distance from the other man, head tilted coyly to one side. Anel recalled that his previous client was somewhat more relaxed than others and as such he stepped a little further forward, running his tongue slowly over his lips. "I'm sure I can make it up to you however, if you so wish... By simply removing said offensive clothes, Mr..."<br/><br/>There was a brief pause before the identity struck him, and he finished with a sultry wink. "Mr. Aldrich."