Mason smiled grew a little as Damon turned his attention to him. Most people either got agitated on severely uncomfortable when his daughter ran up to them to start talking. Mostly men he has come to realize. Though it was refreshing that he didn’t have someone fawning and cooing over the fact that he was alone with her. He still has flashback to the first day he took Lilian when she was three years old to the park. One minute he had been sitting on the bench watching his daughter shovel sand into a bucket. Muscles sore and the cut in his side from a wild Windago still throbbed as a reminder of what working alone could do for a hunter.<br/><br/><br/>Needless to say when the mothers, babysitters and nanny alike found out he was there alone with his daughter they had swooped upon him like a hawk upon a field mouse. He was friendly, easy going sort of man usually, but to become the center of attention that quickly? He had been overwhelmed. He had barely gotten out of there in one piece. His daughter the trooper in his eyes as he scurried off with more than a few new slips of papers unknowingly stuffed in his backpack with a giggling toddler in his arms. She didn’t even fall into tears when her shovel was abandoned in his haste to get away with his virtue intact.<br/><br/><br/>He still to this day he has no idea what got into the lot of them!<br/><br/><br/>Mason could give him a pass on the kid test. He mentally checked off his list as he saw his little girl continue to grin up at Damon, holding on to his free hand. Another check for the fact he gave a decent shake. Yes, maybe it was ridiculous and possibly even paranoid in some eyes. Though it’s served him well so far when it came to he let around his child. The kid was a hell of a judge when it came to creep or not. Not that it was the end-all when it came to the verdict, but it at least was a start. If there were two things in this world that was a hell of judge of character was animals and children.<br/><br/><br/>He returned the shake, before returning his free hand to loop his thumb through the belt loop above his pocket. He finding the other quite occupied as he had a little girl clinging to it with most of her body weight put behind it. He smiling down at Lilian, gently nudging her the best he can. Which honestly looked more like a half-hearted attempt to shake his arm. “Well? Go on Lilly-Pad, I’m sure he doesn’t bite.” He chuckled as the girl blew a raspberry at him in slight rebellion to him using that nickname. Sad news for her as he was never going to stop calling her that. Dad law. Always have one embarrassing pet name that you adore and a few horrible puns stashed away for a rainy day.<br/><br/><br/>Lilian finally stopped trying to climb her father’s arm when she found that attention was back on her, meeting Mr. Damon’s eyes without the slightest hesitation or reserve as she flashed him a smile. Showing where she lost a baby tooth near the bottom front. “I’m Lilian Larson, and I’m five years old!” She greeted, proudly holding up five fingers. “But, don’t call me Lilian, grandma calls me that and I don’t like it!” She huffed all cheer falling into a pout. “You can call me Lilly.” She said proudly as if she had bestowed a great honor upon him.<br/><br/><br/>Ah, ever his little princess. She was going to be hell in a handbasket when she got older and learned what diva-hood was, wasn’t she?<br/><br/><br/>“And what else, Lil?” He teased, eyes watchful despite the easy, relaxed slouch to his shoulders, and the lazy smile on his lips.<br/><br/><br/>She blinked up at her dad for a moment, as if baffled before her eyes widen with the imaginary lightbulb that went off in her head. “And!” She announced, raising her chin high as if proud to remember her manners. “It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Damon.” She chirped proudly.<br/><br/><br/>The hunter nodded at her. “It is. I got to say though, this is a pretty nice house you have here. Definitely a step up from a few places we’ve been.” He didn’t need to mention the stent they spent hopping from hotel to hotel. A hunter’s lifestyle wasn’t always the most constructive. To put it kindly if he was honest with himself. His eyes sweeping over the garage as well, eyes falling on the freshly painted sign before returning back to his face, his relaxed posture giving little away to the tension that never seemed to really relax in his legs or hands. His gaze occasionally darting from Damon as Lily attempted to return to her task of trying to climb up him using only his arm like an awkward teen would a rope in a crowded gym class. “I really appreciate you renting to us. You wouldn’t believe how hard it is to find a place around here.” He chuckled ruefully.