He but nodded at Anel's words, noticing the emptiness in it. How deep would this scar run? How long would it stay there?<br/>"Then he's banned from this day forward," he said quietly, making a mental note to not forget the paperwork that would come with this.<br/><br/>Tilting his head, eyes on the whore before him, he listened at the question and proposal, shaking his head a bit. Did all his whores think of him in this manner? Of course it was good if they feared him somewhat, but this was ridiculous. It nearly seemed he wasn't human in their eyes. Ryan wondered where he had gone wrong, but knew it deep down quite quickly. He didn't show his emotions. Nor did he deem it to be needed to explain all his actions. He couldn't change either of these, either. This is how he was. This was also how the Teahouse had gotten its more influential clients. Ryan showed them this was a business, not some gathering of low lives or homeless, and they responded to it by spending their cash here. The fact they spend it on sexual entertainment only meant the frontman had to look even more like a businessmen than anywhere else. There simply was no room for error. Not in this social climate.<br/><br/>"Do you think it wise to punish you for how you acted before the clients, Anel?" he asked, wanting more to hear what the man had to say for himself than to punish him for his actions "What you told me, you were lashing out after having had a very bad day. If I follow house rules, I'd have to punish you for attempting to bring the name of the Teahouse down, yes. But I think I might be lenient just due to the weight of what has happened to you."<br/><br/>He smirked a bit and looked away, studying a nearby tree "That won't be necessary, Anel. If mister Aldrich wished to keep his balls where they are supposed to be hanging, he'll be paying trice the amount of the last bid. Don't worry about that detail."