"We won't." He gave the promise easily, readily. He had no desire to use a whore as a whore was normally used if there was no desire on the other side of it. And his mind was firmly in the work side of his thoughts; it would take demands to make him sexual most likely. His fingers were itching, that fever to create pouring through him. His fingers drummed slightly on the armrest as he considered the guidelines Ryan put forth. "Lighting will of course be a concern, I do hope if his room isn't well suited to studying his lines another one might be available? As simple in decor as possible, less to detract from the body."<br/><br/>"As for time, an hour with Atticus should be enough, I would say two with Adonijah to ensure both posing and Florence's desires are fulfilled. So that is the price of two and a half entertainers, for an hour, and then an extra hour with one." He seemed to not care for the word whore either, avoiding it deftly in his speech, his gray eyes glancing at Florence wondering if she thought him wise to spend this much money.<br/><br/>It was there, this would be a good use for it and perhaps it would make certain that those who served here weren't trapped. He knew that idea wasn't wise, to think of even supporting one whore's freedom from a abhorrent lifestyle was the folly of many of the rich and not a trap he was going to fall into. Still that memory lingered, wanting in, wanting to fill him with bile and anger and despair. He silenced it, focusing on the thoughts of his project, shifting his satchel where it sat in the chair next to him.