"I was," Damien said with a nod, recalling what he knew as secondhand knowledge. "Though, I don't remember it. I was just born in Rome. I heard that my mum didn't make it, a priest had delivered me... and gave me to my foster father, an ambassador to the Court of St. James. The next day, we moved to England. Never went back there in Rome.. but I've always wanted to. I do like Tokyo and Ireland, however. Those were great spots to have a vacation in." He smiled then as he thought on the flowers. Orchids might be best for him to go with next time. That settled it right then, he knew exactly what he was going to do with his apartment on that special day. He always was good with plans, after all.
Oh snap, another snowball hit him in the chest. But he didn't mind. He didn't think of this so much as a fight as it was actually.. a date. "Ohhh, you're getting it now," he said with a grin, tossing another couple snowball at her, one underhanded while another was tossed overhand. He was ready for her next attack. Though.. after throwing that second one? He misjudged his footing in the snow, and slipped, slipping and falling on his behind in the snow. There was a pause. A look on his face, one of seriousness as he gazed up at her. And then.. suddenly, he broke out in laughter, shaking his head. So that was definitely unexpected. probably sort of made a fool of himself just then, and in front of her. And yet he really didn't seem to mind that in the least.