"You come in here putting on a performance and yet expect honesty and straight answers? Hypocrite."

This was alright. This, he could work with. He smirked and just barely managed to restrain a grimace at the first touch to the old bruising, more irritation at himself than pain. Damn, he'd forgotten about that. He should have covered it with makeup or sonething. Most guests didn't want to see evidence that others had come before them.

But the following touches were gentle as can be. The bruises were faint enough now to barely be tender anymore, but Tzilan's fingers on them were infinitely careful. A faint tremble ran through him at the press of lips to discolored skin, and his smirk shrank just slightly.

"...And what would you do?" he ventured after a moment. "If our positions were reversed. If you were the one entertaining such a strange client."