Damon grinned, unfazed by Ryan's apparent anger. The man's mask was flawless, but Damon knew him well enough to know when he was upset. "Indeed, no need to ruin a perfect system with things as useless as 'appointments', hm?" He winked at Ryan, and reached to undo the elegant clasp of his cloak, it fluttering slightly as he removed it and draped it over his arm. He cast a quick glance about the hall - he knew there were servants about, but he didn't see any right now. Fantastic.<br/><br/>"So, no proper welcome for me this time? If I didn't know any better, I'd wager you're in a bad mood. I might even be put off that you don't appear to have missed me very much," Damon said, his voice low, though the cheeky grin never left his face. He was still standing rather close to Ryan, and he even nonchallantly reached to brush a tiny speck of something or other, almost invisible, off of Ryan's clothes after he'd given him a thorough eye-over.<br/><br/>His voice was barely a whisper now, and Damon leaned in a tiny bit closer so that Ryan could hear. "I know it's been a long time, I'm sorry. Want to tell me what's wrong?"