"Oh you're so mean." Damien said in a voice that sounded too childlike for his own good. Most people began at the beginning of the alphabet, not the end. He sighed and looked at Riley and smiled. "Well, I'm going to be boring, because I don't know how your mind works yet and opt for truth. So what sordid secrets do you want to steal from my soul?" Damien asked in a mockingly serious tone. The way Riley looked as though he was thinking about everything and anything all at once made Damien wonder. What was it about him that made Riley want to know him so bad. Usually he'd pull a couple of guys at the bar and that would be it, no calls, no dates, no emotions involved. Just drunken horseplay. With Riley though, everything was different. He wanted the late night calls, the dates, and more than anything, he wanted that emotional involvement. So things would begin to feel as though they were finally fitting into place. Damien had no clue what he would ask of him, and as Damien thought of answers that wouldn't give much away, truths that were too cryptic for Riley to ever work out. Damien did nothing but smirk, and then kiss Riley's cheek softly to remind him that he was there.