"Damian," he says simply, turning back to his own drink. "What is a lady like you doing around these parts anyway? Besides trying to get yourself into trouble." He's dressed very simply in a white linen shirt and a black pair of pants tucked into knee high leather boots. Of course, he's got a couple knives stuck here and there. No one would expect him to be a wealthy merchants son. "Serenity. Pretty name. Just like the princesses'," he comments off hand.