The poor man nearly had a heart attack. He blinked as he watched the two slaves fought against one another. "Oh....oh my!" He said as he backed away a few steps. Again he looked down at his instructions then flashed another glance at Falsa. "M-mistress never said anything about hrm.....'aggressive' behavior.....I suppose it's alright..."
So he decided to wait by the side and just observe. Perhaps observing the behaviors and actions of this slave will gain him some knowledge. Though at this moment, even if he was safely on the other side of the bars, he couldn't help be feel slightly afraid. "Yes...yes. I shall..hm...wait until this is finished".
Meanwhile, Ilya lounged on her sofa, staring blankly at the blazing flames of the fireplace. Her impatience was growing by the second as she eagerly tapped her fingers against the coffee table. "What is taking him so long?!" she yelled out in frustration, which startled a near by maid, causing her to drop the dirty dishes she was holding.