Damon smirked slightly, deciding that it was best not to mention that he wouldn’t really mind a little footsie. Some would have called it flirting, but others would argue that it was definitely kind of creepy. Damon liked to keep his creepiness at a manageable level when he first met someone, even an interesting, attractive someone such as Enigma.
An expression of mock horror crossed his face. He looked to his coffee, then to Enigma, and back again. “You’re right. These could be our last few minutes before we pass on to the great beyond.”
“I’d always hoped my death would be exciting. Poisoned coffee is kind of a disappointment.” He scrunched his nose in distaste and took another long drink.