The instant Zara placed her hand upon his shoulder, Anel tensed and moved to push her away, lifting his knees to curl slightly around himself, a tiny speck of blood being visible on the thin dressing gown that he wore. "G-Get off... Don't touch me... I... I'm not... Good anymore. Do you think I'll be thrown out?" It was a valid concern; the number of people involved in the auction was huge... Not to mention the money... And where would be go if he was? Back to his father's home?<br/><br/>He would rather live on the streets.<br/><br/>It was then that he blinked across at Zara as she moved away, her words about Gareth paying for his crime causing him to wince. "No... No... Just forget I told you... Go back to swearing at me... I like that; its normal..." The boy sobbed softly and reached for the bottle that was then offered to him, chuckling weakly. "Trust you to hide this... You're a genius." He then promptly took several gulps before offering it back.<br/><br/>"So... Does your secret beat mine?" He asked, tone blank, his expression one of deep sadness and self-loathing.