Damien laughed, then looked like he was trembling. "Oh no.. oh dear, whatever shall I do? I should run now." He laughed again, then saw the waitress nearby. "Hey. This man here would like black coffee."
When she went to the back, Damien looked upon the young man. "Believe me, I do know how they can be. Personal experience. I've been on the wrong side of their type.. had a few close calls. They always have to meddle in personal lives, judging folks for being bad or what they call 'evil.' But if what people do, according to them, is so wrong... then why does it feel so right?"
Snickering, he shook his head. "Ahh.. advanced technology, you say? I suddenly find myself very interested now. Intrigued. I do like hearing about new things." He paused, a curious expression in his eyes. Then he leaned forward and whispered, "So, uhh.. Dietrich. These puppets that you like to create and possess. Could you tell me about them?"