Ford had only been around the manor for a few weeks, and was more than self-centered enough to not pay much attention to the others. White hair he thought he remembered, but it had not really stuck to his mind. He was here for one specific reason, which had flown out the window. He was still trying to figure out what to do with himself now that that snarling, smelling feral had derailed his plans. Sigh. Everything was out to get him recently. It was tragic, truly tragic.
He blinked at her comments, glancing down over the dark marks on his arms, a half sneer, half smirk claiming his face. "Some people are too ignorant to recognize the marks of a god." Oh no, he was not arrogant at all. Even with the bruises he was boasting his glories. "Do I look like a student?" He snapped quickly in return, looking purely displeased now. "I am no child, I am simply a resident here." He was not a nice guy, not in the least, and he had just been insulted, even if it was all only in his own mind.