Veiwing the power held in check had Damion's nether regions at half mast.  It made him want him even more, a pleasant addition to tormenting the stupid manager.  "Dig deep and pay the bear. Or not. The next fight would be even shorter but immensely satisfying to most in the building."<br/><br/>Damion knew he was irritating the man, pushing all his buttons. He too wanted a little more entertainment. When the manager swung at him it was a little sooner than expected. He dodged it, taking a step back from him still easily within the taller man's reach. "That will be another four. I now feel threatened and unsafe.  Nathan won't like it."<br/><br/>The manager threw mire money at Damion, the bills floating to the floor between them. To Pookie he held out a roll of five hundred. "Here! Now just go."<br/><br/>Damion glanced at the money, wanting to laugh at all the nervous fingers wanting to snatch it up.  "Thanks for the sentiment but I have yet to add stripping to resume. Pick that shit up and hand it to me properly."<br/><br/>"In done with you." The manager snarled, clearly pissed and embarrassed at being talked to in such a way.