Damien perceived disdain laced in her voice, and suppressed the laughter irking to slip out from him. "No I ain't a troublemaker. I bring peace and joy." His own tone was fabricated with a virtuous mirth. "Let's just say I came here, hoping to find one decent Irish person. Y'know, build up international relations."
He lifted his drink, and curtly nodded to the woman while tipping his glass. "Toast. To discovering a beautiful Irish woman... who's half-decent." And he remarked to himself in a lower mutter, "Even if she's a bit on the danger side. At least she's not bloody cuckoo." The cocking smirk on his lips as he sipped the contents of his glass only revealed the whimsical spouts within him. This was all tongue-n-cheek to him.