Andreios sighed and leaned against the wall looking at the woman with a rather harsh look. "You didn't fight when he put you away. You didn't fight when he essentially took your daughter away?" The tall man bared his teeth a little like a mad dog of a sort. "You have some nerve telling me what to do ma'am. I may be a slave, but I am not yours." Andreios, seeing Ingrid's cold expression caused him to get somewhat anxious and defensive. He may have not been full aware of the whole situation, but he didn't care in all honesty. If she cared for Ave, this woman should have taken the child and ran the moment when her husband showed his true, cruel self. But instead, she sat here. In this house awaiting for the girl to come to her. Did Ingrid do anything for the two years Ava was gone? As far as Andreios was concerned she was no different from her husband, all of these nobles were it seemed. And maybe even Ava would grow up to be like this too...

"You're husband merely tampered with her memories with magic if you have to know. He erased everything that happened to her from since she ran away to just recently. He did that all just to ensure that his precious investment doesn't think itself as an individual." As he spoke he took off one of his leather gloves to reveal his hand marred by something that looked like black ink tattooed along his veins. He quickly slipped it back on, "It was very expensive you see, and the fact I'm still living is a miracle in itself." In a lower and more acidic voice, "Master will have me protect Ava to ensure I do not run away. However, I suspect I will be returning to the arenas to continue to profit for him just as I did before." The thought of that made him very uneasy, but he was sure it would be his fate. And once again, he felt a bitterness to magic itself.