The shift in mood was instantly and terribly noticeable and Anel knew that his efforts to be sly and calm about the incident had failed miserably. He shifted in the chair to sit in a more normal position, his knees being held tightly together, hands clasped, resting on now tense thighs. He didn't want it to be like this; he wanted to have a little fun... To distract himself...<br/><br/>He looked across at the vials that were raised, having no idea just how valuable the tiny container was. The thing he did notice was the curse that was so uncommon from Atticus' lips and he flinched slightly, lowering his gaze and fiddling with the jars he held already. So soon after he had made the promise to hold up the pretence of the show, he felt it all unravelling as a frown came to his lips and he nodded in silence at the instructions... It was odd how he suddenly felt so very small compared to the bodyguard, almost frozen to the chair as he waited for the question that he knew would eventually come. Even knowing it however... Made the telling no easier.<br/><br/>"... Yes..." Came the blunt reply, the boy's shoulders sagging as he closed his eyes, swallowing thickly. "Do you really think... I wouldn't have told him how I... Just lost the House so much money...? I know I'm a bitch who doesn't give one fuck but I actually do... Whatever you all seem to think..." He voice was hollow and he rose to his feet then, tossing the jars carelessly back.<br/><br/>"Keep them. I changed my mind." He muttered, turning with the telltale limp with the intent to leave the room.