The moment there was movement on the sheets, Damian had tensed. He sat up sharply even as Ophelia arched and hissed. He still hadn't seen anything but that really didn't mean much. There were dozens of ways a person could conceal their presence though, admittedly, none were very common. For just a moment, he speculated as to whether or not this could be related to recent events. Could Hydra have enough power and followers to launch a desperation attack of some kind?
And then the bed exploded into chaos. Loki was sliding suddenly forward and Damian made a grab for him but the sheets all a tangle. Titus let out a whimper and back himself towards the window. Damian made a grab for Loki only to miss by inches. He was off the bed in seconds but by the time he'd made it round the bed the movement had stopped. At least for the moment.
He leaned down, helping to loose Loki free. His gaze was still flitting about the room looking for any other sign of movement. He gave Loki a quick once over and asked, "Are you hurt?"