Re: quicklog -- steph/dami: wayne manor.
[He wasn't stony-faced, but his expression was flinty, as it always was coming from light eyes inherited from his father. Damian peered down at Stephanie, gaze tracking her hand just before she placed it on his cheek, then it shifted back to her blue—brighter, less muddied by stranding green, the sky in desert calm, rather than raked raw by sandstorms.—He didn't pull away. He didn't flinch. Though, he didn't exactly seek her touch either. He didn't push his cheek into her fingers. But, he let them settle white against his darker skin—briefly—before Stephanie withdrew the contact.
Damian smiled. Maybe that's too strong a word, but for him, it was a smile—more like a smirk when she mentioned the fair, and he shrugged there against her.] It'd be just as fun as stabbing you, I suppose. [It was a joke, uttered haughtily, but a joke all the same.—And Damian didn't let himself miss the warmth of another person as Stephanie finally stepped back. He did not attempt to reclaim it. He just stood there, looking over his shoulder at the kitchen, before he turned back to the blonde.
She began gathering things, and he leaned his hip against the granite countertop, arms folding across silk and chest.] I was attempting to find a frying pan, but there's no sense of organization to this place. [Disdain. An eyeroll. Alfred was old. Likely he just stuck things wherever. Damian felt he was just as like to discover the frying pan stowed between the washer and dryer as he was to find it peeping at him in some cupboard.] I hope you cook better than the old man. [He knuckled his eye before his attention narrowed on the woman rummaging about.] Your wounds need tending. If you bleed into the waffles, I'll kill you. [Such a sigh and he turned toward the sink. The cupboard doors were open beneath it, and he rifled, briefly, before he came up with a rag, pristine white—of course, a rag to the Waynes was more a beautiful and expensive piece of fabric more fit for decoration to most.
He moistened it beneath the tap.] Come here. [They could worry about proper first aid after the waffles. This would do.]