Once again Elise shifted her glance slowly to Ian who had offered a very kind help which he doesn't often do to strangers, especially Oliver who had been pushing his luck. Not wanting to look strange, she didn't react, but her eyes that sought to him question what he did.
"He needs help. Helping is a good thing, right?" Ian asked her with a wink of his eyes.
"I will be alright," refused Oliver as he looked at the Warine Lord with eyes filled with suspicions. One thing for sure that Oliver knew was never to accept a hand of help reached out by Demons.
Ian sighed, "Yes, you will be alright, but my butler don't. You see, the shovel you use is his and he is very attached to it but I see you have no gentleness in your hands, no wonder you are still single," suddenly Ian looked surprised, "I'm sorry, that must be a thorn on your heart?"
