M
ot like I'm going to look for trouble or anything!"
nod.
The door creaked open without as little as an approval from Lance, revealing a woman who looked to be in her mid twenties. She was a brunette with long, glistening hair that waved slightly dow.
"Sc–" Damian did a double take as he realized what Lance was doing—he was trying to protect him.
'Scared of Averna? Ha!' He shook his head at how things were playing out for him.
"I am not some common lackey, Lance, and I am not scared to be here." Damian spoke so clearly and decisively that he received a small smile in return, as well as Lance's understanding gaze.
"Averna, please refrain from doing this in the future; you are scaring away all my partners. It's not that they were competent, but at least let me have the honor of firing them." He joked.
