Damian nods, though he doesn't smile. "If I happen to see Xigbar and he 'yanks my chain', as you say, I will not take his falsehood personally."

Leaning back against what is left of the trunk of the tree so high up, Damian looks off into the distance, his eyes getting that sad, introspective look about them. "I fly occasionally, but you have nothing to fear of me... unless my mistress, Anita, refuses to feed the ardeur. When she pulls from my energy instead, I can make no guarantees. If I look crazed, best keep your distance."

It is a warning, though one given in a sad, tired voice rather than a threatening one. He hadn't been sure what to do in Milliways without Anita, and now that Anita is here as well, his purpose still feels uncertain, as vague as it ever was back in St. Louis.