Dampe merely gave a light-hearted chuckle when Arrya had responded to him. He took a small sip of his glass of wine with his eyes closed. ''Tisk tisk, Arrya, whether it's a calm night or a busy night, you always seem so happy to go to work, even though we all are working grave shifts...'' he said, with a small sly emphasis on grave just as an inside pun. He flicked a strand of hair behind his ear and took another sip of his fine wine, one of his favorite, he had established quite the collection when he had arrived in the human realm.