Damon, before Mina had stood up, was squidged against her backside something fierce and it felt like the tent he was pitching was being enveloped by her one buttock and hip. Face squidged against where he was sat, he nonetheless managed to tear the one hand feeling up Mina's backside to wave when Dalt asked about the food, "Hey again, Dalt! It's pretty darn good... Got some fruit-summat-or-others in here... I like watching other people pig out though. I think there's some meat in here, you look like a guy who enjoys his protein something fierce!" he replied, if somewhat muffled due to his position, which wasn't at all unenjoyable for the fallen angel.<br/><br/>As Mina stood, Damon was left beaming, blushing and with a full tent apitched in his uniform trousers, "We, ah... Should squidge up again sometime soon!" he beamed to the minotaur lass, raising his hands up and doing a twin 'groping' gesture with a big grin on his dopey face. Running his fingers through his half-white and half-black hair, already a messy bob before being squashed, he didn't really too much neater after, he looked over to Nimh. "I can help pick the stuff up, if you want?" he offered, his mind sort of just running on zero forethought, well... Maybe it was running on negative forethought for him at the moment...