"What does this Damien of yours look like, dearie?" Although the girl was clearly demonstrated to not be a child, she still seemed like one in Lucien's eyes and would treat her as such. Innocence was so scarce these days, and the man cherished it whenever he could. He didn't want to push her to tell her story further either. She respected his boundaries - so too did he respect hers. Lucien cracked a small smile, "And why shouldn't I disturb him as he sleeps?"