Tristan tilted his head ever so lightly as he looked at the young courtesan before him. He felt that the kid was being insincere, but he did not want to be intrusive.

"If its Dr. Whitaker you were looking for, he isn't here today. I've taken over, and would be happy to help you. If you'd rather talk to him, he should be back next week. Whichever you're comfortable with."

He didn't want the kid to feel pressure to speak to him. Perhaps it was a private matter he had already discussed with the other doctor and was reluctant to share with Tristan. But he also didn't want the kid to leave without at least having been offered help. It pained him to see people so young and vulnerable pulled into this kind of life.