Damien had a feeling Teddy was coming to see him. He knew he was coming, and how pissed off Ted would be. It was just a question of when. So he waited. It turned out that he did not have to wait very long. He could see and hear through any, and sometimes all, of his followers at any given moment. And it was such with the woman. He knew plenty from their discussion by now to realize that it wouldn't be longer before the boyfriend came for him. The antichrist might as well have been standing right there when the two had their talk. And his acute hearing picked up on the sudden yelling. With a sigh, and a roll of his eyes, the young man came out the building, dressed in pants, shirt, and jacket. Not nearly adequate enough for most to have protection against the weather. But he wasn't most people. The temperature had nearly little effect on him one way or the other.
"No need to shout," Damien said then, walking out the door and looking casually at the very pissed off wizard. He wondered if Teddy thought he was going to hide. He wouldn't. He also wasn't trembling in fear like mostly anyone else would be in this situation. He had now come right out to face him head on. "And you might want to watch who you speak about such things to. She was right, you know. I'm his son. I am the Antichrist. Not Voldemort, as you had not so eloquently suspected earlier." He laughed. "Honestly, my father makes that degenerate madman look like a charlatan, no better than the pathetic Nazarene who fooled many. No, my father is the true Lord."