"Oh, I don't just understand - I approve of whenever you take charge." Truly, he didn't mind. Bothered so little by this supposed slight that his response was more a double entendre than anything else. Perhaps out of habit though he did make sure to properly secure himself once seated.
Thankfully by now his nerves had calmed, but that might have just been the initial effects of exposure taking the edge off. A quick glance at the read out of his watch did put saturation at negligible levels which was good news of a certain kind. Once they set off at decent speed, Damien used the opportunity to properly take in his surroundings. His last visit here was at the height of the slave revolt and things were far less pleasant then. It was definitely not the backdrop he had hoped his daughter would be born in, but at least it was over.
While clearly engrossed in the picturesque nature of the drug empire's countryside, there were several moments where Fiorella could catch her partner being more taken up with her than the view. It was an unspoken flattery, that even with the view available he still found his "chauffeur" distracting. But it was no mystery why.
It seemed like the further they went, the more quaint the buildings become. One could be forgiven for mistaking certain sections for villages if presented with mere pictures and no context. What gave them away however was the inability to do away with splendor entirely, it was always present in some form. That might not have been the case in the wake of the revolt, but it had been long enough that all the craters, scorch marks, and bodies were gone.
Still, this was a nice enough drive that he would pose no objection to a detour or two.
