For a fraction of a second his face dropped; she had heard him chastise<em>him[/h] “That is the O..original owner of the dice.” He relaxed his face and prayed that didn’t sound as creepy to her as it suddenly did to him; but it was too late.  The words had left his mouth and he couldn’t retract them now<br/><br/>His eyes met her hand and a little hesitantly Damien bought his hand to her; firstly discreetly wiping it on his jeans as his palms were becoming a little clammy with the nervousness that held him.  “Goo..ood d..d..day to you A..Ally.  I am D..Damien.” he smiled as best he could. <br/></em>