He raised a brow and looked at the receiver in his hand. That was the second time there seemed to be something wrong. Infernal invention. He'd not loose a potential client over this machine's malfunctions!<br/><br/>Uttermost privacy.<br/>It wasn't uncommon, especially to nobility, to demand this. Of course, inside of the building itself Ryan would make certain those who wished to remain anonymous would have no trouble to not accidentally wander into anyone.<br/><br/>"Of course, my Lord. We have stables on the premisses, if you wish a place for a carriage. And a way to enter the building from there that will not cross the main hall," he said, going through the House in his mind, following the path he was describing. He had to think for a moment, but he did so while he was talking, debating what would be handy a room to have a private line-up in. He couldn't use his office, for one. It was too close to where the clients normally gathered. But the common room was even worse. And he'd not have a line-up in one of the whore's rooms. It would be the talk of the day. He even considered, briefly, the kitchen, but discarded it quickly before returning to his office again. It would have to do. There wasn't really any other place he'd have clients and whores in that manner.<br/><br/>"I can accommodate privacy, my Lord. But I can not promise all of my staff to be available for a presentation."<br/><br/>Not without knowing it would be worth the effort, of course. If Ryan had known the specifics of his potential client, he would have cleared the House of all other clients. But he didn't and thus treated the call as any other.