The Master of the House, technically still relaxing, even while going over the finances, tweaked his ears at mumbling quite nearby. One voice, and a hint of movement not coming from the exact same spot the voice had come, reminding him of cold, hard cash. It even amused<em>him</em>money was his biggest passion, but he didn't pay this trail of thought too much attention for the time being.<br/><br/>It hadn't passed his attention how Anel had touched, twice even, his bodyguard. It was harmless in his book, the second of his touches quite charming, especially how Atticus responded.<br/>Ryan sure was in quite a good mood, seeing humour in situations this morning.<br/><br/>"Of course, Atticus. But I think I hear two clients, and one of them I recognise by voice alone," he said, standing to his feet and smoothing the black, silken jacket and pants that both bore abundant embroidery of white and silver roses.<br/>"It's a bit late, because of this, to let you take a bath. I'm sorry, but this will have to do while I check out what is going on and who has entered the Teahouse."<br/><br/>He did smell of sweat. Somehow it did not bother Ryan, though. It.. excited him. Almost as much as the promise of money would.<br/><br/>"Next time, please, have a bath right after training," he concluded, then wandered outside of the common room to find out whom Zara was talking too, as she was closest by.