His lips stretched and his teeth flashed in a brief grin as she greeted him, relaxing slightly in him stance. He nodded at her answer to his question, throwing a glance over his shoulder towards the offices. No one was to be seen, though. “Good. I was afraid I might have over slept.”His gaze swung back to Fiona, chest swelling a suppressed yawn.<br/><br/>“You may be in luck, then.” He didn’t make clear which he would consider lucky, getting a client or not. Her curiosity about the artist made his smile slip. He made a low soft sound in his throat. “I’m out of practice. I’m sure I offended him at least twice.” He stopped, his jaw clenched, his gaze darting away from Fiona. “He said something about your room. I forget what, but he implied it was... never mind. I think he liked it better than mine, in any case.” His attention was fixed at a spot on the floor. I think... he wants to whore me.” He said it haltingly, and low, so Zara’s music killed the words before they found any but Fi’s ear. “Master Ryan, I mean. He told me I could earn him a lot. I don’t know what to do, Fiona.” There was a sharp spike of fear in his voice, and he shifted uneasily on his feet. “It’s stupid, I know. I should be leaping at the chance.” His hand jerked from sword hilt and started to move towards his chest or throat, but he stopped himself, fisting his hand and forcing it down.<br/><br/>“No, it’s ridiculous. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be burdening you with this.” He looked at her for a moment, then looked towards the offices again. Master Ryan’s office. Dread’s cold fingers clenched at his insides. The glass and gold locket gave a cooler burn over his heart.<br/>