It was not uncommon for the Master of the House to be disturb when busy to tend to matters at hand.<br/>This interruption, however, did earn its own price in badly timed.<br/>Because, of course Ryan had heard the servant, even if he were two doors away. Both doors he had closed.<br/>But he couldn't lock his business out of his private life.<br/><br/>What private life..?<br/><br/>The glare Ryan cast at the bathroom door was both of such a fiery and such a cold nature one could picture the door shattering in shards of ice and still be on fire at the same time.<br/>He did turn his attention back to Atticus, but withdrew his hand, himself, and growled low, picked up the shirt -he should remind himself to get another from the bedroom- and turned to leave the bathroom.<br/><br/>"I'll not ask you to wait, Louis," he said, a lot calmer than he was "Take some time for yourself. We've passed into the afternoon. Work's to be done."<br/><br/>With that he walked out, flicked his shirt unto the bed and slipped on a new one that was just as black as the one he had discarded, then opened the door and pulled the servant into the office before shutting it closed again.<br/><br/>"Describe them to me," he said, his voice and eyes so cold he'd not be surprised if the servant before him were to freeze solid on the spot.<br/>"Or, better yet, don't bother... I'll go see myself."<br/><br/>Leaving the still trembling and completely dumbstruck servant behind in his office, he strode out himself and headed to the hallway, gathering all of his focus and concentration to not instantly snap at anyone who'd pass by him.<br/><br/><hr/>Going to here. (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=98126.msg4447966#msg4447966)<br/>