Damien felt slightly on edge due to her wrists. Oh, he knew crosses. Didn't like them. Well, unless he can nail an enemy to it, but it was what it represented that he didn't like. "No, I'm not," Damien said with a boastful smile, "nor am I one of hers. Something else."
He looked at Enigma, rubbing her shoulder. Then back to Eric. "Really? A.. misunderstanding, is what it is?" He didn't feel Enigma was truly his as they were open, but didn't feel a need to say that. "She did scream, that was what brought me out here. I don't think she likes the dark. Didn't like it back during the hurricane either." He paused, then an idea came to him. "But, you know.. since she doesn't want you drinking from her. Try me instead? I wager mine will be better anyway."