A smirk flashed across his otherwise muted expression, but only briefly. "After the war? Nothing. The problem of what to do with yourself is just that, your problem. So long as you kept your word, and served our people, I have no reason to be an intervening consequence." Having said this, Damien proceeded to take a generous gulp of his soda before quietly and politely burping into his fist.
"Take your time working out the answer to the question. And please - enjoy your meal." He drained his glass, smiled, and got up to leave.
