"Ah, I see." He returned, his deep voice flowing easily over the rim of his glass before he took another swallow of the liquor within it. "It seems the bottle is often useful to achieve a moment of inner peace." Forge found it amusing, perhaps more so than he should. He was as guilty of it as anyone, turning to a stiff drink to numb the mind, rather than a more lasting effort to calm the soul.
While it was not rare to find women owning gladiators here, fighters owned by women were something of a minority, if only a slight minority. An amused look touched his features at her comment. "Oh I see, avoiding him by seeking him out." A bit of a taunt, but it was very gentle.
"I live here," he explained with a shake of the head. "I am a resident inventor and engineer. I create and repair various things for the island," he explained, leaving it at that. If she asked, he would expand on his creations, however he doubted that she would really care, so he simply did not expand. Generally, guests mistook island workers for low class buffoons and while Forge had as much if not more money than most of them saved away, he still had little desire to converse with that type.