Lessard could almost see the cogs slowly turning inside the other man's head as he steepled his fingers together and rested his elbows upon the table. While he had no idea of the past events leading Atticus to such a state, it was his firm believe that one should never allow themselves to become so out of sorts; especially the bodyguard, the line of defence. "Lou-Atticus..." He chuckled softly, using the more common nickname for the first time since they spoke. "You are a valued member of the House; you do not need myself to tell you that... Nothing untoward will be allowed to happen to you. Master Ryan would not allow it."<br/><br/>His tone was firm and certain as his gaze was narrowed behind elegant spectacles and the whore released a heavy sigh, shaking his head and allowing a finger to trail idly over the thick, well-used book at the side of the table. "Really... It seems I am the only one to have had a profitable day... But tomorrow always comes, no matter how dark the time before, hm?" Lessard nodded, allowing a brief, softer smile to come to his features before he heard the footsteps moving towards them and he sighed loudly in pleasure, leaning back and gesturing to himself and Atticus.<br/><br/>"Ah, Emma... Wonderful timing. Tea is as good-a salve as any against internal injuries, don't you think...?" He nodded and waited for the hot liquid to be poured before inclining his head. "Thank you, dear..." He said quietly, glancing back to Atticus; he had it in mind to ask the woman to join them, but owing to the delicate nature of their conversation, he would leave the choice up to the bodyguard.