Damien paused in his feasting to nod master's wise words. "Yes, it would be best to act more refined in the presence of swine. I understand your compassion towards those below your stature, my Lady." 

Er, thanks? If these were compliments, they were certainly weird ones. "However, do not forget for a second of your royal blood. For as long as you are breathing, then you are still Cateline Warwick of the royal family. And I, your faithful butler."

Also demonic. At her questioning of his species, Damien flashed her a traditional fanged grin. To anyone else, it might have mentally scarred them. For a Warwick, it was the equivalent of an dog too eager to please its master. A very violent and eager dog.

"Yes. My species. There used to be more like me. A race of creatures from a different plane of reality." Damien's crimson eyes flashed like an animal as memories surfaced from the deep. "A massive citadel. A young sister. The age of rite. 13. Once that age, we were sent to serve all sorts of beings around the cosmos. You, my Lady, would call me an alien. A race bred to serve."

Damien then snickered with a hint of insanity. "Then the rebellion occurred. An attempt to overthrow what little government we had left. And so everyone perished a terrible death. All except me of course." Damien's grin reverted to a knowing smile. "I apologize if I'm scaring you, my Lady, especially so early in the morning. But do you know why I was the only survivor?" A pause. Followed by a sneer.

"I was hungry. And so I devoured them all. Each and every living soul. Alive."