It was all Anel could do to prevent himself shouting and likely causing an unpleasant scene; he was a whore if ever there was one. Was it too much to have hoped for that his first time be even vaguely consensual? Apparently so, and the boy closed his eyes, gritting his teeth as Atticus spoke.<br/><br/>He would not accept such help. He had surprising amounts of pride for one who did what he did; debasing himself for clients was much different to doing so with others who lived in the Teahouse, and Anel loathed the thought of feeling as though he owed anyone, even if it was Atticus. "I won't be needing that help. As you can see I'm... Hardly injured. I'm just being a pussy."<br/><br/>He smiled bitterly and nodded then, stepping out onto the corridor. "But yes. I'm sure you have things to tend to... Thanks for the lotion." With that, the boy allowed the door to swing shut behind him, his uneven footfalls echoing as he made his way along the hall.