As if knowing Ian's plan, Maroon was quick to leave and came back with a chair, placing it next the iron grilled door. Ian flipped his night robe out of the way and crossed his legs as he sat on the chair. On seeing Ian, feared soaked on Ellen's entire body. Her throat ran dry, "L...Lord Ian, why am I here, milord?" The woman asked, placing a naive question and throwing a look as if she was wronged.
"Beats me, Ellen. Why do you think you are here?" Ian threw the question with the same naive look, both scaring the woman and vexing her. "Maybe if you use that small little head of yours, the answer will come running to you. Or else you think I am such a mad man?" Ian stared at the woman with a narrowed eyes as if he wouldn't be very happy if Ellen replied with a yes.
