Damon was not really a morning monster and was still rubbing the sleep from his eyes and yawning aloud and long as his wings lazily flapped him to class. His eyes half-closed, he lazily reached a hand into his backpack and pulled out a buttered warm piece of toast, nicely golden brown, steaming and smelling freshly made. He glomped the piece of toast with another yawn into his mouth as he replaced his hands to rub his eyes, when he heard a voice calling for him to wait up... Damon's eyes bolted open like a lost deer and his wings jerked up into a surrender pose, which made him fall out the air and on his ass with a bump.<br/><br/>"Yowch!" he whined; this let the toast fall from his mouth, Damon immediately dove down into a sliding dive to recatch the bread two inches before it hit the ground. With a sigh of relief he looked to see who called for him as he took a bite out of the toast from his position laid on his belly on the corridor floor... "Oh, Nerida..." he looked up and smiled to her kindly, a light blush spreading across his cheeks. He noticed how Jean seemed to be over Nerida's chest and so Damon had watched, mainly for... err... research! Yes, for hedonistic soul-selling research! He knew he liked boobs and others did too, so it made sense to research them more... At this moment he realised the pretty water nymph was probably waiting for him to say something else and not think about boobs... "So hey, what kind of trouble can I tempt you into doing this morning?" he asked with a mischeaviously bright smile.