What sort of man was he with? The virgin whore couldn't guess. This man had shown so many emotions in just these few moments alone with him, and they each touched Rory in a different and stunning way. He had shown himself to somehow be near gallant, contemptuous, refined, serious, and then suddenly soft, sad, sweet, and lonely in a heart racing conglomerate that Rory could not have anticipated. And then the last look in his eyes, something so distinctly drawing, dare the young prostitute gauge it as even . . . alluring?
Rory was sure his guest could feel his hand trembling in his. Did he already know how his subtle gesture had stirred the youth before him? Had he already planned this method of seduction?
"And I have one last question for you," The ma