In essence, Daemyn was being told no. Ever since he was a little boy he had struggled with that word. He knew the meaning, he used it himself in multiple occasions, but he had never been very good at being told no. That was being told there were things he couldn't have. In a brothel, of all places, he didn't understand that. Everything there was for sale and he was a Taraias, able to pay more than most could spare.
"Why put such a beauty on display if no one can have it?" Daemyn questioned, a change coming to his tone. Now he'd never harmed a woman, even what afflicted his former wife had not been his doing, and he didn't think he ever would. But Watchers help him, what was it with women thinking that they had some sort of power oven men? First that woman the previous day and now this. He traced his hand over her arm again, stopping at her shoulder. "That seems cruel to me. I promise, I can pay better than most of the men here."