What Ryan said set off memories in him, ones he would rather not think of, rather not have. No, not everything could be bought, and indeed he wouldn't want to be one of<em>those</em>who acted as if it could. He had been sheltered growing up, there was no debating that fact but he had come to the capital to make his living as a artist. He had seen things he wouldn't even speak of to Florence. His gray eyes darkened, reflecting perhaps too much of his emotions but Nicholas was never one to conceal what he felt more then need by. Softly came his voice then, almost unbidden. "There is a reason, Master Valentine, that I usually do not look for models in brothels."<br/><br/>Such simple words, but the images the conjured, the memories, ah, those. It was why it had taken Florence several times of speaking of the Teahouse to coax him here; why he made it clear he wanted only models and not sex. Perhaps, once he knew the whores in question, knew their personalities and desires it would be different. He would pay for Florence if she ever chose to demand such for her services to him; but to go to a normal brothel? No, never.<br/><br/>It appeared Atticus would be out of his reach then, he had meant it when he said he would not press someone into something they had little desire for. Nic was glad he had given the conversation over to Florence now, the bright intensity of the Knighted artist simmering down to something else, something brooding and uneasy. He spoke no more though, he had seen what he wanted he was content to take the gamble of the negotiations and hope they worked out well. If not, well then one visit here would not harm his pocket book and it would give Florence her entertainment.