Atticus frowned slightly, perplexed as the guest refused to take brief refuge in the quiet room, when he had moments before shied away from a mere verbal attack, and simply mumbled something that vaguely sounded like a ‘thank-you’ if the speaker were too lazy to move his tongue.<br/><br/>Instead, he followed Master Ryan into the hallway. Atticus narrowed his eyes and followed after him, not understanding the client’s conflicting actions. For all that the man was a coward, taking refuge behind Master Ryan when Zara started to snarl, he was swift to wedge himself back into the fray once those who were part of it had moved away. It was very odd behaviour, and Atticus felt unimpressed with the composer.  First causing the argument, then trying to take control of it by waving money... imbecile.<br/><br/>Now there were two guests bearing witness to Zara’s dissention, making the situation even messier. How had the morning turned foul so quickly?<br/>