Damien watched Ally  headed towards the back rooms of the shop; the rooms where, whether by means of magic or opium the enchantment was created.<br/><br/>As his eyes drifted back he saw Aoi, he could see she was sketching something; but from here he had no idea of what, he smiled at her as he bought his gaze back to the seat opposite his at the table; by way of his manner it was as if he was sharing that table with someone, which in his own way he was.<br/><br/>Damien glared a short while at the jacket before quietly muttering under his breath;<em>”How many times; I am not beholden to you for everything.  Especially when you see fit not to tell me what you know.”</em>Damien went quiet as though someone else was speaking, before he spoke again.<em>”No; why should I.</em><br/><br/>He was suddenly  pulled from the intensity of his exchange by Ally’s voice, he turned and smiled.  “I am sure it will be more than worth the wait.” Damn; was he blushing again.