Prostitution? Or sex in general? Kindly, on both counts. It's honest work. Useful work.
Was your cocktail waiter not bound by the same strictures that you were? Could he express his desires any more openly or honestly than you could? Because it seems to me that the class issue matters less than the issue that disallows either of you to have what you wanted.
You are not a predator, Lord Rosier. You are a servant of shame, that's all. But you don't have to be.
In the meantime, I decline to fear you. There are worse problems to consider in the world than the potentiality that you may develop a crush on someone in your serving staff. If you would only open your eyes and see them. Or Mr. Belmont.
Let me be his target, sir. I assure you, he has wildly miscalculated if he thinks he can make me ashamed.