Damion lingered nearby, knowing the bear had to go to the manager to get paid. Most of his money had been pre arranged to be deposited directly into an account, but extra was owed.<br/><br/>He heard the brief exchange and didn't hold back a laugh as the bear finished talking.  Grabbing onto the managers shoulder, he gazed at the bear appreciatively the looked up at the manager. Hazel eyes, golden brown wavy hair falling from his face, full lips pulled into a wry grin.  "He's right. My question is, did you really think your puppies could win? Oh and that will be another four hundred. You grabbed my ass. Nathan won't like that, but cash will tame his temper."  Once the cash was handed to him he added,  "So how about you give him all his money. He looks like he could easily go another round on you, especially when he learns you're shorting him the bonus for showing up at this shithole."<br/><br/>The managers healthy tan completion paled and he nervously looked to the bear and then Damion. "I gave him the promised amount! Don't start stuff here, Diamond!"<br/><br/>"But he won in less rounds than expected, hence the bonus. I thought that's what all fighters got paid here. Forgive me. I just figured you paid everyone else that way before. I mean, has it changed since last night?" While the manager flustered and dug more money from his case, Damion looked straight at Pookie, taking in everything about him from his blood covered fur to his dark lovely eyes.