Damien couldn't help the sly grin that consumed his features. He had already gotten on the Angel's nerves, and they had barely conversed or been in each other's presence for more than a few minutes. It seemed Genevieve was a bit antsy this morning, though the demon wasn't sure if it was just from his person alone or other causes.

He was led up to the parlor area once more, this time without the aide of a blindfold. After all, there was no longer a point to have one after the other day's fiasco. Once surrounded by the gathering of Angels, he was easily able to point out the ones who were accompanying them on their journey to Atlanta, all of the original flock Damien had first encountered since coming to the city. Unsurprisingly, Adam was staying behind, though not without giving Genevieve some parting words that were quite peculiar. Damien eyed the red haired Angel, but he dismissed the vague words. In due time, in due time.

His left wrist was once more uncuffed for the time being, and his hand was held tightly by the very Angel that had him under her thumb. His knowing smile returned as they made their way out of the building and into the busy streets.

The city was vast and seemed to go one forever without a faster means of transportation. It took at least two hours to reach the west side, their current direction of travel. The edge of the city was finally tangible, however, as were the large stables held their just near the edge of yet another forest-like expanse. At one of the stableheads was a slightly older man, more roughed up by his livelyhood than his actual age, leading a hourse back into its stall. Damien was forced to mask his appearance once more, his eyes going bright green as his clawed hands and sharply pointed teeth receded to a normal standard.

The man looked up as they all approached, giving a single nod in greeting.

"Hey there. The name's Luke. What can I do you lot for?"