Damon hesitated briefly as he entered the office, the question as to whether or nit he had sired any spawn yet obviously having hit him somewhat hard. Damon didn't want children. He knew that the news he'd gotten recently regarding his wife's condition heralded the beginning of the end of his decadent lifestyle. His parents tolerated his neglect of his wife, they'd disown him for neglecting their grandchild.<br/><br/>"... perhaps." He barely even registered the comment Ryan had made about his child coming to the Teahouse. Damon approached Ryan's desk, trailing a finger along it. "...they say she's about three months along," he said quietly, with the tone of someone confiding the terminal illness of a family member, not a usually joyous event such as a pregnancy. It betrayed how unhappy he was with the situation.<br/><br/>Gradually his gaze shifted over to Ryan, leaning slightly against his desk, a slightly forced smirk on his face. The room did indeed seem cold all of a sudden, but Damon didn't seem discouraged. "... so, did you really bring me in here to discuss my wife, or something else?"