Arus listened to William as he spoke. "Alright." He says. He didn't know what the point of setting an account up for him was unless his grandmother was putting money in it. She probably was now that he thought about it. Why did he even ask himself such a stupid question? His grandmother was very doubtfully going to let her grandson go without money. He shook his head. "I want to play the piano when I have time. That is how I escaped my parents...the piano. It got me away from them...it got me a scholarship halfway around the world. Far, far away from them." He says softly.<span style="font-style: italic">Even if I do have to remind myself they can't hurt me anymore.</span>He thinks to himself. "It still throbs quite a bit Hannah. Its better though." He looked away. "I've had far worse and still had to sleep Hannah. Bad bruising of the wrist is something is to sleep with compared to broken bones." He looked at her. "Besides it wasn't the wrist that made sleeping difficult." He smiled at her. "You look very beautiful today." He says. Blushing a bit after he said it.<br/><br/>A knock on the door and James opened it. A red haired man with bright green eyes flashed a badge. The burly men stepped aside and let the muscular and toned young man of twenty-five into the room. He walked over and extended his hand. "Sir William. My name is Jared Martins. I was hired by my father to be the bodyguard of your daughter primarily. Along with her friend. At least that is what I was told." He said. Simply waiting for the hand shake.