Krystoff was sympathetic to Damian, noting the shakiness. The guy never got the caffeine jitters, but he didn't want to hurt the guy's pride. "Yea, maybe you should stick to decaf. Or tea, I hear it works wonders for you." He gobbled down the rest of his bowl, eyeing the bos ofcereal and milk he'd left for himself. Did he want another bowl? Of course he did. He filled it up with cereal once more, the light waifs making a tinkling sound that filled the kitchen.  

He pulled the bong off of the counter and took a large hit. He released it away from Damian out of courtesy before holding it out for him. "No need to be coy big bro. It helps with the anxiety," Krystoff paused for a moment, his own growing worries surfacing for a moment, "trust me." Damian was a good leader, a better brother, but the guy never took down time. Neither did he, now that the boy thought of it. What had changed him? He would've told Alexi off for this kind of behavior when he'd first arrived at the Blackwell house. He'd been straight-laced as they came, but slowly after prolonged exposure to the Devil's Fang, he felt his values slowly shifting.