That instantly cleared the sullen look. "I will never bring this topic up again. Oh wait. What topic? I have Alzheimer's. I know nothing at all." He ran to the food and held up one of the silver domes, then changed the subject, "Do you want the rest of this or can I take it to the demons now?"
"Have at it."
If a man could leave skid marks, Kish would have as he whisked the cart out of the room to Simi's.
Laughing at his haste, Kat finished her breakfast, showered, then dressed before she headed downstairs to find Sin, who was supposed to be in Damien's office. Instead she found Damien sitting at his desk, talking on his cell phone.
He hung up the instant she appeared.
"I didn't mean to interrupt," she said sheepishly.
He shrugged it off. "You didn't. I was only bitching."
"About?"
"Sin's family, who thought they could contain and control demons."
Ah, that explained it. "I have that same rant about my family some days. Only mine usually involves their tempers."
Damien put his hands behind his head and leaned back in his office chair as he watched her with an odd half smile. "You really sent a Skotos in to spy on the gallu?"
"You have a better idea?"
"Not really. Seems my bright idea only served in getting my ass handed to me on a platter. I don't want to repeat that humiliation, if you know what I mean."
At least he had a sense of humor about it. She looked around his office that was decorated with cult movie figurines and posters. He looked so normal and nice... like anyone you'd meet on the street, and yet at the same time he was lethal. And he lived on people's souls. "Do you know how disturbing it is for me to be having a conversation with a Daimon?"
"About as disturbing as it is for me to work for a Dark-Hunter. But you do get used to it eventually."
"You do seem to have adapted."
He straightened up in his chair. "We all do what we have to, to survive."
"I suppose, and speaking of survival, have you seen Sin?"
Damien straightened a stack of folders on his desk. "He left a short while back, why?"
"I was just wondering. Any idea where he went?"
He shrugged. "We were talking about next week's schedule when he got that weird demon-sensation he gets whenever they've busted loose. Told me to stay here and that he'd be back."
She was surprised by that. "You let him go alone?"
He gave her a duh-stare. "Well, given the fact that it was in this time zone and there's a little thing outside called the sun... yeah. Burnt-up Daimon wouldn't be helpful to nobody, least of all me and my tailor."
She narrowed her gaze on him. "Damien..."
"Kat." He dragged her name out the same way she'd done his. "What?"
"Why didn't you come tell me he was heading out alone?"
" 'Cause he does it all the time. Didn't think anything about it. But now that you're here I'll make sure and keep you updated on everything he does. That way you can cut his meat up for dinner and help him tie his shoes and use the potty, too."
She wasn't sure if she should be irritated or entertained. "You know, I never thought I'd ever meet my sarcastic match. Still haven't, but you come dangerously close."
He smiled. "I will take that as a compliment." Damien got up and pulled his jacket from the back of his chair. "Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go make rounds on the floor. See you later."
Kat shook her head as he left her alone in his office. She had a childish urge to boot up his computer and start deleting files, but she was above that...