Damion noticed this, and he was able to piece together relatively easily that Cassia had been hurt by a man, likely recently, in a way that she could never recover from. With a small nod of his head, he began to motion towards the door. "... Come... Let's take this conversation of ours outside, I find myself craving air that doesn't reek of ale and idiocy." With that, he moved to stand from the table and waited for Cassia to join him.