"Does this mean youre not mad anymore?" Damon teased with a chuckle, giving Ryan a sincere smile, bringing a hand up to place it over Ryan's hand as it cupped his cheek.<br/><br/>"...you know, tea sounds wonderful," he murmured, removing his hand away from Ryan's, reaching to gently brush a raven strand away from his face. Perhaps he could just send word he'd be staying here tonight... Ryan was one of his best friends, people shouldn't be too suspicious, right? There would be no record of him having hired a whore... would Ryan lie for him? He wasn't sure.<br/><br/>He moved away from Ryan, and in an attempt to be polite, moved to pick up the items he'd knocked from his desk. He was the reason they were on the floor, after all, it had been impolite to knock them down. He glanced up at Ryan with a faint smirk.<br/><br/>"Next time, not the desk?"