Re: [Gala, Capital: Burden & Damian]
Damian knew about the thieving. Just as he knew of the truth of Burden's background—inasmuch as the boy had told him, and inasmuch as he was able to find through his own research. He knew the boy Burden was not wealthy. He knew, also, that the blond with the drawl was not as harmless as he made himself appear. Whatever pretty plaything those outside the door imagined they had caught in their claws would eventually out itself for what it was. Such was the inevitability of deception.
Though the expectation, per the script, was that Damian would say 'you are welcome' to Burden, he did not. He opted, rather, to watch from his new perch as the boy approached. He, Damian, did not miss the way pale eyes moved over him. He suppressed an urge to preen in his pretty feathers, though the desire was there, and, instead, he tipped his head. His unblinking gaze did not flinch away from Burden's in the reflection. The phrase 'dolled up,' in perfectly rendered pitch, stayed in Damian's mind a moment, before the shift in Burden's tone (in reality) earned... I will say, it earned a reaction. However, it was a reaction Damian suppressed also. His expression remained cool. "It is unimportant to me what they believe and what they desire," he replied, kicking his feet idly. "I do not think of them at all." An idea occurred to him then, but I will not yet expound upon it. Damian cocked his head in the other direction and peered away from the mirror, to seek out Burden's gaze without barrier. The man's words skated frigid over his lips. "Why not? Was your friend absent?" He refrained from adding on that it was romantic to be together upon Valentine's Day. This, he knew, would cause the boy to chastise him, and Damian did not desire further embarrassment.