Damien shook his head. "I prefer a candle lit dinner myself, but that's probably just me being a hopeless romantic. Still, I can see you doing some sexy sword dance, getting yourself worked up and then making out with blood splattered on you. Full tongue and everything." He joked. He then looked around and went into an empty room near him and went to sit on the bedside. He just felt like resting, though after a moment he looked under the bed... despite the protest of his stomach wound. Nothing, he then went to sitting on the bed. Putting a hand on his stomach, he clentched it. Yeah Damien, bad idea.