Amisi shuddered with delight at the gentle caresses he was playing across her skin. She leaned into him and smiled with the genuine joy of her heart. She felt content and happy just sitting there in her Masters arms. His voice was soothing to her even as he let out such a rough growl toward the redheaded woman. "Master, please, don't let her get to you. After all she comes from a city that has never known refinement. They are the barbarians of this proud country." She stated with a gentle voice that was an attempt to sooth his inner beast.<br/><br/>Moire fixed Amisi with a dark glare before turning it back Alain. "NOTHING?! I was going to be recognized as my cities top student from the academy! I was our best up and coming warrior!" She fell into a stance that was very obviously a challenge and stared him down. "If you don't believe me then why don't you try me you fucking bastard." She was in such a state of rage that no measure of reasoning would calm. The only thing that would calm her fury would be the sweet sound of metal hitting metal, the feel of flesh against flesh, and the cries of the defeated afterward. "Or do you fear that I will put you to shame, My Lord" The last two words dripped with such venom and mocking that is was almost palpable.<br/><br/>Tiffany seemed to be frightened by how dark the tones of the room were growing and she stood slowly. She moved even further away by heading to the small side door that was usually used by servants to enter and leave without much notice. She grabbed the handle and contemplated leaving, fleeing for her own safety, but she didn't want to anger the new Master by doing so either.