From a bit of distance away, Aiden was leaning against the nearest wall and was watching the spectacle of his silver-haired friend lashing out against Roas, his first servant.
Watching as the battle rapidly unfolded in front of his eyes, he only smirked whilst shaking his head lightly. He was already aware that something like this might happen the moment he would leave the two. After all, Drake had just gone through probably a hellish, nightmarish torture, and currently, he had nowhere to vent his pent-up emotions, there was absolutely no target for his surging rage.