Damien really was not fully sure what to think about this situation. He had initially felt disgust at the idea of having to meet the angel. Well, not so much. None of them had really done anything to him here. It was more of a gut reaction to their kind. He was evil, after all. He was the son of Satan, the antichrist, false Messiah, corrupter and destroyer. And he was also hot and good at what he did. Not to mention.. sick. That was definitely not a good feeling. He had been planning to wait it out. Maybe complain a bit later, make the other one feel guilty, or at least see how much Cas could take before changing his mind. But really? Damien wanted it over as soon as possible, the more he felt it. He'd owe the other angel a favor after this. He had grudgingly been at work, not at all feeling interested in massages. His unholy heart was just not in it today. He would have rather stayed in his bed.
But Castiel had suggested the place, so Damien had went there. It wasn't long before he started to feel the uneasiness, the queasy feelings in him, start to lessen. And then even more so. And when he heard the voice, he could feel the presence of the other, and stood up straight, fully refreshed. "Hey there," he said with a smile as he stepped into view, gazing upon the former angel. Ohhh yes, he was an angel before, Damien could sense that. He had been a holy warrior, a righteous avenger of GOD. As he stepped closer, stopping about a couple feet away, he felt something else suddenly. It was almost immediate. He couldn't place what it was exactly. But it was something. He could describe fully what he felt. But something was different. "I'm Damien, but I guess you know that now." And felt it, since Cas didn't look sick at all now. "Wow.. damn. I do feel much better."