As Lessard came closer, River swallowed, hard.<br/>This had nothing to do with a client picking out a whore for his entertainment.<br/>This was a whore stating he was the only choice the client had if he had half a brain.<br/>Just how River had hoped it would be; decision taken from him.<br/><br/>He wondered how close he'd come. If he'd reach out. Touch.<br/><br/><em>"Do you believe there is one here who can control these... Shameful passions?"</em><br/><br/>His eyes opened, his face turned to him, jaws tensed as he looked up. Eyes narrowed.<br/>Then he hissed. Low, quiet.<br/>He had heard the man's intonation, yes. But those words...<br/><br/><em>Shameful.</em><br/><br/>Wrong. Incorrect. Unworthy the name of his House.<br/><br/>Anger raised from his gut to surface in words spoken as if they were encased in ice. Too much history of having to defend himself. Too much time spend in endless debates with his family.<br/><br/>They has said to disown him if he didn't change. Only his intelligence, his wit, his razor sharp tongue had saved him from that.<br/><br/>"There is nothing shameful in what I desire."