For a brief moment after Atticus' teasing comment, Anel frowned slightly and lowered his gaze to stare at his knees. He knew, of course, that the bodyguard had meant nothing serious by his words, but the blond was somewhat sensitive at that moment and he swallowed thickly; did he have nothing special? His virginity had gone, what if that was all he was good for? No... No, he had other things... Not many had as high an appetite for pain as him... That was something... Maybe...<br/><br/>"I... Right..." He finally murmured with a small smile, forcing the expression slightly before he placed a hand lightly upon the man's thigh in a rather sudden move, drumming fingertips against the pants he had to get past this. Had to get past the state of mind that could so easily be jolted back into depression; he was useless like this. Besides, he was with Atticus! That was something... Zara would be so jealous.<br/><br/>Zara... The twinge of guilt (a rare emotion) was unpleasant, but it was then that the guard spoke and Anel chuckled softly, swiftly dismissing the woman from his mind. "I'll come up with something... I'm sure. I've never disappointed anyone, and I won't be starting now..." His voice had taken on the low and sultry purr that came only from experience in a brothel, and the boy shrugged his shoulders innocently, the robe sliding down over both shoulders.<br/><br/>"Where?" He asked, reaching forward to pluck the cigarette from Atticus' lips to steal the final drag. It brought a wince to his features and he shuddered, but it was the action more than anything. "I'm easy."