Re: [Gala, Capital: Burden & Damian]
Damian was aware of what he, Burden, was doing at this event. He did not yet betray his own knowledge, though it would not take much deduction to arrive at the conclusion. After all, Damian had, indeed, ascertained where Burden's weekend plans would lead him. One might then follow this line of thinking backward and wonder if he, Burden, had been seen before at such an event. Couple this with the conversations upon charity and cost, et cetera, and it was obvious, yes? Damian's smile was miniature, the same frost flower as the one that had bloomed before the music store, and he stared wide-eyed at Burden.
"It is polite to say 'thank you,'" he informed the boy with a removed manner of amusement. Still, he was not so strident. "But, thank you. They—" Damian nodded toward the door. "—are speaking among one another, attempting to decipher if I am homosexual, based solely upon my apparel." He finally blinked. It was a brief intermission. Then, once more, he was looking at Burden and at the smile upon pink lips that he had not considered once in his time away. He did not move, even as he answered the boy Burden's query. "No, I do not mind." He did not alight upon a conversation of the reduction of bacteria or any such matter. Instead, he shifted, and with no apparent effort and an easy physicality, lifted himself so he might sit upon the sinks, facing outward. His legs dangled down. "How was your evening at the music store? Were many engaged in scintillating conversation?"