The Ringmaster developed his walls long before Aria had entered his life, but then, they had not been as icy as the Cirque had created. Long lives spanning to the beginning of time did not create an ease of life. Even her own time on the earth had only been a blink compared to his own. How entirely closed off he had become had everything to do with his contract with the Cirque and his thoughts to the necessity of keeping himself at a distance.
Every time he attempted something nice for employees it was met with suspicion, so he figured it was better to stop trying. Their parties and events would be ruined with his presence or they would see him partaking and stop following his rules. Some, like the demons, already toed that edge.
"She is a thorn in my side that is hard to remove," he answered nonchalantly as he sipped his drink. "Her friends as well, but she breaks into my trailer where the others are afraid to go."