A smile bent the corners of her lips at Damian's plain assertions, and she didn't try to correct or coddle him. Nothing he had said was untrue. She would never chide her son for speaking the truth-- though his tact was still sorely lacking in a great many situations. Ah well, such were the joys of children.
"Perhaps for a few days." She said rather enigmatically. In truth, they were supposed to be at Ra's beck and call the moment he crooked his finger; but Talia anticipated this particular mission would take him longer than he expected, which left she and Damian at liberty until he remembered to call for them or to send further instructions.
And if such instructions or summons were not forthcoming within a reasonable amount of time-- say, forty-eight hours-- she saw no reason that they might not enjoy themselves some.
Oh, it would certainly be met with Ra's wrath; but it would be directed at her, and not something she was incapable of handling. Of all the things that she had disobeyed him on, this would be minor at best. He would accuse her of spoiling Damian, the way that he had spoiled her, and that spoiling children made them ungrateful and rebellious- as she herself was a fine example of; but for now, in this instance at least, his ire would be directed at her, and not at Damian. And that she could bear quite easily.
Setting her tea aside, she leaned her elbow on the arm of her chair, couching her chin on her fist and turned to admire her handsome child, the small, elusive smile still lingering.
"Perhaps we will find someplace else to go, more suited to our liking." She prompted. "In all the world; where would you most like to go, my boy?"