<i>Baby, Sweet thang, Master? Whatever the fuck you want, </i>was what came to mind, but he settled for a less desperate response. "Diamond, though people that I know well and actually like, call me Damion." he was even less hungry after watching the man devour the meat, at least not hungry for food for the next twenty-four hours, but could definitely go for some ...meat.  Pookie was indeed a bear, Damion nodded in a self affirming way. "Very simple diet you have there." he watched him eat then shook his head, confused at the mixed feelings he was having.  He did have something he'd be happy to feed the huge male...<br/><br/>"Anyway. Fights. I know of three places outside of my own club that run a better game than that hole in the wall. I work at the Diamond. No connection as far as I know. My boss likes me but not enough to name one of his fuckin' clubs after me." There was a possibility that he did, but Damion didn't want to know this for sure, so he always told people there's no connection.  "The other is a classy resort that hosts quarterlies.  Gotta have a reference and a bad ass record to get in there.  Yours truly can provide the reference and confirm the bad assery.  Then there's The Trap.  It's the best place but I avoid the place like the plague unless the bank is hella good."