The knock on the door made Damon freeze at first, and his head snapped over in the direction of the door. He remained silent, letting Ryan answer, his gaze shifting back down to Ryan as he didn't move, waiting for whomever was on the other side of the door to leave, not allowing himself to be pushed aside just yet, not that Ryan was trying very hard.<br/><br/>However, the second message drew a very quiet sigh from him, and as Ryan became more insistent in shoving him off, Damon reluctantly let him up. He likewise did his best to tidy his long hair, his clothes, taking a deep breath to calm his breathing and heartbeat. Damn business, always being so inconvenient. He casually took a few steps away from Ryan, pretending to have been examining the decor of the room as though he had never been there before. As he clasped his hands behind his back, his gaze shifted over to Ryan, lingering there until he heard the door open.<br/><br/>He could wait. He didn't<em>want</em>to wait, but he could. His hands clasped at each other rather tightly, hoping that the interruption would be quick.