Despite the way he acted, Cameron was perceptive and he caught that brief look of pain. But he didn't remark about it, there was no point in doing so. Not right now at least.<br/><br/>He blinked when Zara spoke. "Anel?" Cameron didn't know who he happened to be, only that he was here at the Teahouse as well and was a whore.<br/><br/>It seemed as if this woman knew a lot about those who worked here. Perhaps he could entice her into telling him more about the others since it was obvious to him that she wasn't new to the place like him. He watched as she capped the brandy and then addressed him once more. "Cameron. I've heard the names of the other whores but don't have any faces to go with them. Well, other than yours." He came over at took a seat next to the woman. The grass seemed quite comfy in his opinion compared to the concrete.<br/><br/>Cameron put down his sketchpad and laid back to stare up at the sky, stifling a yawn. "So I take it you've been here a long time?" He asked, encouraging Zara to talk more.