It was Master Ryan’s pose that made Atticus freeze for an instant, his gaze snapping up to meet the master’s, trying to work out for a long moment how he might have mis-stepped. He didn’t seem angry at picking up his ploy, but it was so difficult to read him.<br/><br/>He put down the knife and fork gently and leaned back a little. He wanted to stand up and move physically away but knew that could aggravate the situation. He didn’t want Master Ryan angry at him. Instead of doing what he wanted, he relaxed, letting his shoulders drop and keeping his hands loose. He lowered his gaze for a heartbeat and kept his breathing rhythmic and slow. Small signs of submission. “I attempted to distract you because you seemed in need of it. Forgive my assumption, Master.” His tone was the same carefully calm and level one he had used a moment before, not hinting at the sudden stress he felt.<br/>