Damien was bored. Very bored. And you know what they say about idle hands being the Devil's plaything.. though in this case, it was the Devil's son. Probably not a good idea. He needed to go do something, anything to stay interested. He had the night off, so he was free til the next day.
So he decided to take a walk, take in the sights of this paradise city in Florida. It was then that he saw a young man - whom of course he had to admit looked nice - slide into the driver seat of a car. Did it belong to him? Was it theft? Either way, hard to tell. Damien kept walking along, silent in his steps. He glanced toward the back window and saw the man.. fiddling or something, inside. Ohhh, now this was interesting. He decided to play with this one a bit. He certainly wasn't bored anymore, curiosity having taken over. "Hey, nice car," he spoke up then, standing outside the door and looking at Sherrinford, smirking. "I like it. Had it long?"