He smirked at Anel's question about Damon being here to give Ryan a physical, but didn't word the thoughts. Maybe another time.<br/>Anel's reaction to his teasing was.. interesting. So he hadn't buried the ordeal. Good. Anything else would have disappointed him. Anel was allowed to wear his mask, but Ryan did want his whores to be human. He was about to give the young man the night off, but the rest of Anel's words just washed over him and his eyes wandered from the whore to Damon.<br/>Only then he noticed his friend to be at least somewhat tense. Did he think Ryan had played him instead of the whore? A slight frown creased his brow.<br/><br/><em>"Well... I think I have nosied enough... Will you be needing a new desk for tomorrow, Master Ryan? I could put an order for one if you'd like?" </em><br/><br/>His gaze snapped back, though the frown was still there.<br/>"That won't be needed, Anel," he said quietly, laying his hands on his desk "But, yes, you are excused. Unless your visit actually had a reason behind it?"<br/><br/><em>"Not that it appears my presence is especially appreciated. In fact, it appears I'm rather in the way." </em><br/><br/>A sigh escaped him, so completely unlike the cold, distant Ryan everyone knew it was nearly ridiculous. If it had been up to him, Damon would be in his bed right now. And he'd be with him. He had clearly misinterpreted the teasing. That, or something else was up. The needed to talk..<br/><br/>"You're not in the way, Damon," he said, almost whispered, eyes going back to him now, meeting the other man's eyes and offering him a slight smile.