Rubee merely smiled at the change in liquor knowing the Colonel would know soon enough that Zara could handle the stronger drinks. The man would surely need the drinks and the chocolate to keep his stamina up and going in order to keep up with Zara. Rubee only knew some of the rumors of what the female could bring to the Teahouse table. Considering a lot of her clients were regulars and unofficially she was in the top five money-making whores of the Teahouse, Zara did have some right to have her ego stroked. Nonetheless, she merely smiled as the watched the two of them head up the stairs to her bedroom before making her way back to Cameron. She wondered if Cameron would take her word or at least take some pointers from mere advice and use it to obtain a few clients in the Teahouse. Rubee doubted Master Ryan would run him off but he might have his wages lowered and his clients that would pay less for a few minutes of his time than spend a large amount of money.<br/><br/>"What are you doing, Cameron?," Rubee asked, curiously as she returned to her post in the Teahouse. She thought Cameron would try to slink away after his own comments to her advice. Cameron had a way about slinking in and out of places but Rubee knew when individuals just needed a nice dose of advice, whether they wanted it or not. For Rubee, she could see Cameron was not as vicious and hungry as the others to make their money and live with their lives. Rubee wondered what his story was with coming to the Teahouse. She knew her own story and hoped not a lot of people figured out where she came from or her little ball of gene waddling around in a baby dress. "Is that supposed to be me?," she asked, pointing at the portrait and then looking over to Cameron for confirmation. Now there was something to learn about a whore each day. Why did Cameron not parlay his sketching into a career as an artist? Then again, an artist's life usually ended up with alcohol and a poor life.