Damien was just about ready to open the rear door, when he heard footsteps behind him, Quick, rapid footsteps.. in heels. Must be something urgent. It was upon the You! interjection that he stopped. Him? Well, of course. He was the only one out here, aside from the girl. "Yes," he nodded as acknowledgment, turning around and seeing her. Ohh. Right. He recognized her from the party and from around the complex. Lydia Martin. Close friend of Allison Argent. Allison, the person he briefly had romantic feelings for in that strange week. She seemed to have something important to say to him, from seeing her approach him that fast and.. well, no wasting time at all from what he was hearing, just dive right into it? He could appreciate that form of directness. And the crossing arms. He thought he'd better answer quick, and honestly. He did feel a little awkward now as he thought back on the past gifts. It was something he had done with friends, though he can understand that not everyone does that sort of thing.
"Sorry, that was.. it was an unusual week for me, and a handful of others," he started as explanation. "And I know that such grand gifts aren't what most people normally give, though I'm not exactly most people. I'm sorry if the car offer made you or her.. well, uncomfortable. That's the last thing I'd ever want to cause anyone." Or her. He might not be looking at her with pink Valentine hearts in his eyes but he still respected her as a person, a good person worthy to know.
"My background," he continued, "it's.. well, from wealth. Doing things or giving things of a large finance amount, grand gestures is a habit, I admit. Go large. Give your best, they say. So.. well, my best happens to be things on a grand scale. Ask anyone and they'd say what I give is like that. Just recently, I'd helped my friend Kirk get a new motorcycle, for example. And when I had a mansion, I'd left large amounts of cash as a Christmas gift for my friends living there." When he was with Prue, he probably would have even given her ownership of the moon if it were possible. "And yes, I know in this case, it's odd to do that before knowing Allison more. Or after some dinners." Which would be quite nice dinners as he thought on it, he could take her to any restaurant and be willing to pay for anything on the menu. But it came down to the question, if she would even want to have dinner with him when they only knew each other as neighbors or acquaintances at this point. "My intentions, I can't say what they would exactly be. I don't know her well, though I would probably like to. I can guarantee you it's not bad intentions." But what was his intention. It had to be something. Anything, there had to be some sort of intent, even on a basic or small level at this point.
"I would like for her and I to be friends. That's my intention. For now. If it turns out we like each other as more later on down the road.. I'd probably be alright with that. I went through some things.. last time. Took a long time to work through that pain and come back to myself full circle. But with Allison, if we both wanted to take things on a closer level, I could probably be alright with it in time. Not if she doesn't feel it, though. If she'd only see me as an ally, if being friends is all that she would see me as. A friend, someone to call in need, or to borrow something, or to help in a fight? That's perfectly fine with me. Being just friends is acceptable for me. I have no intentions on making her feel awkward, uncomfortable, or anything that would hurt her, and the moment she does feel that, I'd back away from her immediately. You have my word on that."