"It's alright," Damien said calmly as he was setting his mug back down on the table. Lucifer was right, the stuff was much better with more sugar in it. He wasn't sure why the boy had snapped earlier, but he wasn't too concerned over it. They'd just met and therefore there was little reason to take offense. Now if it had been Jack, Marty, or one of the angels, it'd be a different story. But as it was, Jeremy seemed like a nice guy. He suddenly realized where he was from, one of the vampire shows.. of course. That was why he seemed familiar, he realized. Damien had hoped someone from his own world would come but none had yet so far. Closest thing to that was probably the devil, he was probably as close as he could feel about a father figure.
"Damien," he said as way of introductions. "Employee. I work there for the spa as massage therapist. Only other one is my friend Castiel. Or.. Cas, as he goes by here. And my boss is cool too, she's probably better than most.. not as much red tape about calling in sick or whatever." Even though technically, he couldn't get sick at all if he even wanted to. He'd been offended initially at the idea of serving others instead of the other way around. And besides, the customers like him. "It's not so bad working as I'd first thought when coming here. Used to be head of my own company back home. Do you work here too?"