"I'm not an idiot. I know what she thinks of me," Damien said, a sharpness in his tone. "And the second the AM started asking questions about you, I'm sure she would have happily offered me up as a substitute so you probably wouldn't have gotten that chance. And yeah. I did what I wanted. Because that's what I do. I don't see why everyone seems to have such a fucking hard time understanding that. I could do a lot more damage if I wanted to. I can count on one hand the number of people who can resist me. You have no idea the kind of destruction I could rain down if I was so inclined. But the worst I had ever done before this was ask questions and maybe try and strike up a conversation in the waiting room. I backed off the second any one of Dr. B's precious patients was uncomfortable with me, and yet, no, I was still somehow not trustworthy enough to know everything even though I was the one risking my ass," Damien groused.
Pressing a hand to his forehead, Damien echoed Mark's sigh, "Why would I not? I'm always a selfish jerk. And you can. You can't just... lock yourself in your room and never come out. You do that, you might as well be back at the AM."