A rare smiled formed on Tate's face as he held his book in his hands, chatting with his roommate and getting to know him better. When Damien mentioned he was into birds, he glanced over at him. "You actually had a pet raven?" he asked in curiousity and impression in his voice. "My mother wouldn't let me bring any animals back home, she considered them filthy and unkempt." Tate hated his mother, she ruined his life, his sister's life, and not to mentioned she had her second husband murder his brother Beau. His fists clenched as he sat his book down. "I've always been fond of birds, especially ravens, you know they say if you look at a raven for too long that they can take your soul?" Tate commented as he kept his gaze on Damien. Glancing over at Damien's collection of books, he smiled again.
"You have quite the collection yourself of books, tyrants, rulers, conquerors, the past has always been so fascinating." Yeah, he thought he and Damien Thorn would get along just fine, they seemed to have quite a lot in common.