Damian looked straight ahead the whole time he was carrying her. He did not seem to care about what happened, and he did not seem bothered by the fact he was carrying a bleeding human. Afterall, he actually kept himself sated unlike the lord Marcel. When he actually got into the bedrooms, and set the girl down. He noted distastefully how she awoke just at this moment. "Really, you do have the worst timing for things don't you-- young missy..." he murmured. Putting a rough emphasis on "Young Missy" as he spoke, sounding almost irritated. It was unclear though, as his expression had not changed from that of a neutral straight face the whole while.<br/><br/>"I do not know what you have in mind," he said, "but I suppose you could say I saved your life..." he grumbled. "Not for you," he assured her, "I saved you because if what was about to occur went any further, Marcel would have probably done something drastic... he does not enjoy acting that way-- you see," he said. The servants blue eyes were closer and easier to see from this distance. They were not red like Marcel's, but instead were an impossibly bright light blue. What was similar to Marcel though, was the feeling they gave off when looking into them. Damian bowed for a few seconds toward her then made for the door. "I bandaged your arm, there are more bandages in the kitchen store room if you need to change them in the near future..." he said back to her, not stopping as he left for the door.