Could she really be that innocent? He had hoped to introduce her to the Teahouse in a more subtle manner. But perhaps she wouldn't understand the true purpose of the place unless he was blunt like he always tended to be, up until now. Cameron found it difficult to hide the smirk that came to his face when Charlotte guessed incorrectly as to what sort of entertainment the Teahouse provided. He was about to enlighten her when she suddenly jumped to her feet, despite her injured ankle and he frowned at her behavior.<br/><br/>Not that it was his place to question her but she would hurt herself further if she continued to be so reckless! A charming smile came to his face when he heard her words and Cameron extended his hand out to her as he rose to his feet. "Please, don't worry about such things, miss. You are hurt, most likely because of me and therefore it is my duty to make sure your injury is taken care of." He insisted and inclined his head when Charlotte introduced herself with a curtsy. "Cameron." The flaxen haired male responded softly.<br/><br/>There was no need for last names, no one really wanted to know them anyway. "Last names don't seem to be of much interest in a brothel like this one." He added, telling Charlotte of the true nature of this place. "But please, if your ankle feels good enough to walk on I should take you to Rubee. She's the one who is usually in charge of welcoming new clients to the Teahouse." Cameron said with a nod and waited for Charlotte to respond or react to his latest words. Would she understand what he meant by a brothel or not?