While the octopus drama had been going on, Damon had gotten himself up from the floor and taken off his outer shirt along with his jacket, leaving himself clad in a white undershirt, his leather pants and shoes. The room assignments had been met with the slightest of smirks and nothing else, and he even resisted the urge to look over at Kate to see how she was taking the news. He knew very well that there was no way they'd be sharing a room, which was too bad, because she was hot.
In an odd way he was excited about this. He had never been anywhere before being taken to Mount Zenith. No outings to parks, lakes, Disneyworld, the ocean as a child. Nope, he'd spent his childhood until Ray had come on the scene building forts in the mounds of trash, boxes and junk his mother had hoarded in their house. His adult life had been taken up with working and fucking and that was about all. This could be a look at how other people who could afford expensive seaside vacations lived.
He began walking out of the room, sparing a nod for Daphne and the faintest smile. The leather pants had to go. Drowning in ball sweat wasn't the way he planned to spend the rest of his day.