Damien smiled as he saw the other man's anger grow within him. He could actually feel it. This seemed to also give him a sort of personal strength. That's it, he thought, give in, hate me, follow through. Sin! And be mine. Then again, perhaps it'd require more for that. This was just a fight. Now, if Bart could steal again, or make a deadly mistake, now that would be something. But then, a mere second later, he saw his car was completely demolished. Much more than it had been a moment ago.
"No," he said, rising back up again. "you have proved my point for me. Honestly, I don't get what your problem is with me. What, is it because of before? I can obly say sorry so many times. And you still owe me a new car. But you also know I am right. Just as we both know that this was an unprovoked attack on your part." He turned around, then stopped. "Oh, and you really need therapy, if you're holding on to the Grey Man. Seriously. Get help. Or.. well, shit. Maybe your alien boyfriend can bake you a pie."