Anel himself had originally planned to simply share a little banter with Zara to ensure their respective secrets would be kept safe before Fiona entered the gardens and he couldn't help but roll his eyes. While he by no means loathed the woman as Zara seemed to, her somewhat posh and dignified air was at a direct conflict with him own, and she had a habit of seeming to be above everyone else around her.<br/><br/>Still, he wasn't quite in the mood to assist Zara in her amusing assault on the poor redhead, and simply arched a slender eyebrow as Fiona looked at him, clearly stating that she was on her own. With the recent confession he had heard, he guessed that Zara's hate stemmed from Fiona's relationship (whatever it was) with Atticus... But he would not go there.<br/><br/>Instead he draped more fully on the swing and giggled idly to himself as he watched the exchange, whistling slowly and wishing that he hadn't thrown the drink away. "Hell hath no fury... Or some shit..." He murmured, his gaze flicking between the two. If things seemed like they would get violent, he would go to get Ryan, or someone of authority...<br/><br/>Eventually...