Damien laughed at that swat, arching a brow at those words. "Ohh, well now, there will be time enough for that..." What? He could flirt. He was good at that. He liked various sins as well. He looked forward to hearing more, but had a sense he could share something big about his origins too. "Oh. Speaking of pants. You guys should meet Oliver, he's hot too, did music as well. He actually has a fanclub called the Tight Pants Brigade." He winked and added, "And yes, I have had him too. On my waterbed."
As he drove, he couldn't help but have the feeling of being watched, very closely. He had to focus on the rode but occasionally glanced back at Kyle. "Ah well, I'm sure there's other talents to study besides tech stuff. But.. well, good thing about this place? You can pretty much do whatever you want, drive however you want." He pointed then toward a hill in the distance. There was a gate with an electrical lock, and a security speaker, the name THORN on the overhead gate. Beyond it was a very huge mansion. "There, that's my place..."