Re: [Gala, Capital: Burden & Damian]
Rare though the expression was, Damian wrinkled his nose at Burden's feigned offer for Damian to return to Benjamin Coltan for further conversation. It was a silly expression for Damian, too telling, but he did it without a second thought, as if it was some habit that could not have possibly formed. There was an odd sense of familiarity with Burden that ought likely have been disquieting. However, due to a lack of inspection or not, it was not. Disquieting. It was accepted as simply something strange. Perhaps even, it was how priests were meant to make one experience the interaction. Burden had spoken about inculcating relationships, yes? It was not beyond belief that this was how such was accomplished, a false sense of naturalness and familiarity. Whatever the truth, Damian was not considering it at present. He was involved in the moment, wrinkling his nose, followed by falling into step with the boy.—Damian led them to the right, westward. They were deep in Yakuza territory—or, what they considered their territory. Damian had instructed his driver to settle in neutral territory (downtown), though the man had lifted his brows at the Wainright heir as to why such would be necessary. Damian had not deigned to explain and his will was followed. It would be some moments before his car, then, arrived. This was fine.
With his hands inside of his pockets, Damian smiled up at the boy, though the smile was as a straight razor. Which is to say, sharp. He did not verbally admit to weaponizing Burden's lessons against him. A tut followed his smile, along with a brief eying of the recurrent dimple. Once the bathroom was mentioned, however, Damian's attention shifted, floating upward on an uptick of quizzicality. His gaze met Burden's, if possible, before a frown crowned the boy's lips. Damian blinked, paying the moonlight no heed at all. "'Doing things,'" he repeated and not wholly in ignorance. It would please him to hear Burden admit aloud what he was considering, given the frown. Damian pushed further. "'Things' such as what?" He blinked once more. He looked forward, so as to be aware of pedestrians about them, then back to Burden—his eyes dropped to the boy's mouth, then returned upward. "You do not speak simply of sharing a drink with Benjamin Coltan. You refer to his preference for latex?" Damian smiled.