"Oh, it isn't? Huh." Damien arched a brow at that. "Interesting. Where I'm from, the Antichrist has a cluster of three sixes on his scalp. But he's really a nice guy most of the time. He's also not a bastard like some think, he loves people. And he's hot. Loves having fun. But.. six-one-six. I'll remember that." He'd also love to be at that party. Assuming they would be here that long. But the problem with the vortex, none could say who would stay for how long.
"I see. Well, you can make any number of drinks that you'd want me to try." He paused a moment, inwardly debating whether or not to tell him about his past, his origin. But.. well, why not? Kyle's best mate was an incubus. He himself told him about having horns. So really, maybe Damien was in good company. "I.. am special. I have supernatural abilities. I am the.. well. Maybe I can show you." He bowed his head and stepped closer, parting his hair so Kyle could look at his scalp. If he looked close enough, he would indeed see a cluster of three sixes.