The only thing illustrating Anel had hit a nerve with his remark about him fucking Atticus would have been his eyes narrowing. The only hint he gave of anger. It didn't fade quickly, but it did after a few moments ; a sign Ryan actually did have a heart.<br/>He'd not tell the whore about his feelings, though. Hell, he'd not even word it to himself..<br/>Nor of the past. Nor of the hunt on the guy who had scarred up Atticus. Nor of the reason behind him hiring the man.<br/><br/>"You were with mister Aldrich. His visits normally make you happy in one way or another," he said, turning to follow Anel with his gaze when he moved.<br/>"What happened? What did he do?"<br/><br/>It was a gamble, but Ryan couldn't think of anything else. Anel wouldn't be this upset over nothing at all. And, as he wasn't speaking, Ryan had to fish for it.<br/>Of course he saw how sad the whore was. He heard his voice change. This wasn't the time to offer a shoulder, though. The ugly truth, what ever the fuck it would be, had to come up first.