Saralegui reddened just slightly under the compliments, frowning slightly. Not good at intimacy his ass. He sure as hell didn't believe this man might be a virgin anymore, or even at all inexperienced. Inexperienced men didn't pull a one-eighty out of nowhere once in a whorehouse and ask the whores all their secret desires.

"They're just getting what they paid for," he said carefully. Speaking so bluntly about the reality of the arrangement with a customer... This whole evening felt off, almost specifically designed to trip him up. Customers didn't want to acknowledge that they were only getting what they wanted because money was being exchanged, that there could never be a no in place of any enthusiastic yes. Or that plenty of others got the sane deal each night. "Your boots don't complain about being laced up, do they? If you tried and they weren't cooperating, you'd simply toss them and get a new pair."