It had been a long time since the noble had gone to a "live" auction, he didn't like them much. Yet why was he coming to one? He got dragged here by a friend, who just recently left him sitting alone for over an hour. So far he didn't see why he was here, let alone anything he wanted to have. Technically he was standing in the far back but then again he didn't care for these. However the male soon heard the next one and stood, kids? They were auctioning kids? Least with their dad... Narrowing his eyes he spoke up and began to join in on the auction. Turning his head to see the woman he glared. No. He would out do that skunk. Lifting his head he spoke loudly, "Ten million." The woman flaunted her looks making the auctioneer mess up in speaking. That wasn't right. Watching the man and his kids Martin walked by quickly and pulled the talker close by his collar, "You cheated me. Correct it now or else." He hissed letting his eyes glow and take on the intimidation marks of black. The man gulped and spoke up just as the woman was about to speak in her seductive tone, "Im sorry ma'am, but the male here did go higher... The three go to him." The female glared and yelled, "How come?! He is not important! He doesn't even look rich!" Martin turned and let the man go, walking towards them he snarled, "I am of Leonor heritage, my name is Martin Leonor. Great great grandson to Altair Leonor." He growled and let the glow in his eyes go. She backed out and stormed off. His eyes went normal and he sighed, looking to the male he watched the background as everyone left. His eyes softer now, "So, your name is Jason? I am sorry but I never caught the name of the two children, both are rather well adorable as my cousin would have said if she hadn't bailed on me..." His cousin died. That was that, but to him... It was as if she left him. But she left him her side of the fortune... Which never helped. Sighing he looked to the children and then to Jason, "Come, I want to leave before I'm hounded for instant payment- I'll bill it to them later tonight." Leave it to he man who hated having servants to buy flesh. However he was going to help them out, he was too soft at times but he was also a dark warrior from the dark ages. He did nearly everything himself. Unless Made otherwise by the butler who had been his friend since he was young. The guy was the best Fairy he knew. Looking to the man once more he spoke, "Don't worry you won't be back in an auction house ever again." He promised and gave a glare to the auctioneer, "When you are ready we will leave."