Damion sat quietly in his sitting room, having parted company with Bree and Xavier.

The other two were much more interested in each other, and it was just as well. Three was a crowd and he didn't like crowds much.

The fire was nice and cozy, he liked it here by himself.

The Manor itself was puzzling, as were the reasons for being here. But he was a creature comfortable where he sat.

And his arm chair was pretty darn cushy.