While Damien did politely look over his surroundings since it was indicated to him, it seemed like he had no visible appreciation or disdain for it. That was perhaps not surprising given his background and frequent exposure to opulence in the past. One might even equate his lack of enthusiasm for it akin to being desensitized to grandeur, it had lost the gleam over time and become dull. In reality, the things he did appreciate were the finer details. The fact clothes were stocked in anticipation of his arrival, and the fact he was being treated with hospitality.
Though he did find something was lacking, in a sense, and sought to make it known. "Is that so?" A coy thing to ask set to the backdrop of obvious mischief, and given the timing he was obviously meaning to somehow confirm the notion that valued guests would be taken care of. He had already been on a direct approach to his partner even before posing the question. And he was close enough that by the time the words had been delivered he could reach out and take hold of her face tenderly.
They might as well been back in the kitchen during that night spent on Manhattan, because his every mannerism was identical. It was indicative of a few things, the most prominent of them being that his eagerness hadn't waned whatsoever. But there was one other thing that he confessed in words while leaning in further.
