"Not at all," Damon said of the house and its various features. "Feel like I'm livin' in a museum." Up here that was especially apt, given the wallpaper, the decor and the furnishings. Growing up, he never would have imagined he'd wind up somewhere like this, especially when it had been just him and his mom, living in an increasingly cluttered warren of belongings and trash. He almost wished his mom could see it, if only so he could rub her nose in how well he'd done for himself.
"Chicago," he replied when Audrey asked where he was from. He didn't acknowledge his hometown or his former life. Everything before Chicago was as if it had happened to someone else. "Where you from?" He shifted his weight, gazing down at her like maybe he'd offered some stunning bit of flirtation rather than a simple question. The 'getting to know you' shit was boring, but he could do it. "I'm sure they got a reason for everything they do," he said to her bit of speculation.