Damian was playing with his ice cream. In actuality, he was a little fascinated and a little disturbed by the consistency of soft serve, fast food ice cream and couldn't seem to refrain from poking at it repeatedly with his spoon. Yet every once in a while, he'd take another bite of the vanilla ice cream with artificial chocolate sauce concoction.
Damian merely nodded at the compliment and exhaled a little in amusement. Laura was merely stating the obvious, not that he disagreed with her opinion. He'd yet to give her any similar compliment on her fighting skills, but he respected them.
He paused to consider her question. With his spoon, he gestured in the direction of the other rooftop. "They work for my mother."