Back in the room, Damien sipped the blood tea which Falcon had got to the room. Down with one cup, he drank another cup while Penny looked at him in silence.
Damien hadn't let go of the cup. It was like a moth who stuck on to the wall without letting it go as he continued to drink taking his own time but not quickly as he did with the first cup. "Did Grace and you have a spat last week that she keeps picking on you?" he asked, licking the remnants of the blood on his lips with his tongue.
"I haven't done anything to offend her, master Damien," Penny answered wondering if it was for the sole reason of her being Damien's slave that Grace had decided to target her every time she was found alone.
