Anel should have cared that he was making an utter fool of himself in front of the other whores. Should have cared even more when the Master of the House entered the room along with what was clearly a potential client. He should have cared simply because of his own personal desire to always appear attractive and perfect... And yet he didn't.<br/><br/>As his slightly blurred eyes focused upon Ryan his lips parted with a loud and clearly insincere laugh, shaking his head and taking another gulp from his bottle, sighing heavily. "Oh, look who it -hic- is! The Master himself decides to finally show himself..." Already, he was pushing his luck, but he was too hurt, too shocked, too drunk to notice as he continued his rant. "Where have you been, huh? Happily prancing about your wonderful manor? Had the servants washed your damn feet for you? You... You rich... Rich asshole...!" He took a deep, shuddering breath, glancing briefly at Zara as she entered before continuing.<br/><br/>"You sure weren't doing your job, were you!? I'm magic, that's how I know! You were nowhere to be seen... Neither were you!" It was Atticus' turn as Anel turned to face him, his expression shifting slowly from anger to simple depression.<br/><br/>"Where were you, too!? Probably out doing fuck all, as usual... Or, wait..." Slowly, the whore looked between the pair, a second laugh passing between his lips. "I bet you were doing each other! The Master's pet and the failure." He spat, swallowing thickly. "Both of you... Not doing your jobs... What if something had happened!? What if someone needed a little help!? But no; you weren't thinking of that whilst you were having a good fuck..." Finally, Anel seemed to have finished, and he took a wobbly step towards the client, narrowing his eyes before he delivered a final comment to the man.<br/><br/>"You don't want to come here. No one gives a shit..." His words ended with the slightest hint of a sob, though it was likely that it would go unnoticed, unless one was paying particular attention.