His met his mother's eyes through their whole conversation, though there was shame in his expression. "I apologize," he said simply, then watched with cold eyes while she spilled the wine on the floor and had Amora bend down to lick it up-- then used her as a rag. He too, had seen this before and made no comment. Internally, he started to feel that he had not trained Amora well enough, or that they were simply too close for master and slave.<br/><br/>"I will not train her to eavesdrop, Mother. She has hardly any training at all. A feral, only mine for a few weeks." He paused. "All the more reason to be strict with her," he decided coldly. "If she is to be my champion, she must reflect my skills in training her, no?"