Damien looked up from his book to see a young blond man walk in. Now that he was actually seeing him in person, he wondered what this Tate had done to get stuck here. Just how dangerous was he, or how dark could he go? He planned to find out soon enough. He had probably added to the paranoia and anger by agreeing with him about the girl being kept away from him. He himself doubted she was here at all.. but then, why not use it in some way? It wasn't like lying. He didn't know for sure either way. And all he had been saying was merely opinions and suggestions, so technically it wasn't lies. Just a bit of a.. push, into pessimistic thinking. He smiled back in return and shrugged. "It's alright, I don't mind. Not really an intrusion if it's your room, right? I must admit it's nice to finally meet you in person as well." And he did mean that, it wasn't one of those things where he used flatter talk to get on the good side of someone. Mostly since Tate hadn't looked at him funny when he saw the books he had on the bed. It was history, sure, about past rulers or conquerors. Except.. most of them were a bit of the dark kind.
So seeing the other guy not put off at all by the material, that was a very good thing. A minute or so later, he glanced up again and saw tate on his own bed with a book. The title caught his eye. Edgar Allen Poe, a truly gifted author. Damien did like his style. So, it seemed that his roommate's interests as far as reading was excellent, as it reminded him a bit of himself. "Oh, you're into Poe? Nice choice. The one about the raven was very interesting.. more so for me since I actually had one years ago." One of his favorite birds. He liked how their dark, beady eyes could pull off the creepy look when perched and staring at someone for hours. And of course, also very dangerous if in a frenzy too. That nosy, religious reporter Joan found that out the hard way.