He had gotten not a mere few steps away from the shop before he heard the door bell chime as it was opened. He paid no attention to the shouting, figuring it was just some girl calling out for her boyfriend or something, if not a waiter chasing after a customer that had yet to pay. It was not until the girl got onto the 'screwing a big shot CEO' part did he freeze and turn, glancing over his shoulder. Hoping that she was referring to someone else who had been the unfortunate one night stand of some other big shot CEO in this town. She was staring straight at him though, her honestly sharp stare made him cringe a little under it as she scrutinized him. Her tone was way too calm to be yelling that sort of thing in the streets. Andries glanced questioningly at her then back to his friend, an eyebrow arched in confusion as Deamion could only shrug in confusion.

 "Look lady, I don't know if you're some sick peeper or something, but don't bother my friend with your voyeuristic ways, if he wants to screw a hundred CEOs after the last and wake up with a thousand hangovers," Deamion shook his head at Andries' way of 'defending him', "Then it's none of your business!" He declared and turned, trying to tug his friend along. Off course, that was when Blake decided to step out earning a half hearted glare from Deamion.

 "Oh, it's you. I should've known that, is she one of your wing girls? Someone you pay to help you screw? Look, it was a one time mistake, leave me alone won't you? I'm not interested in whatever you have to dish out!" He growled, crossing his arms over his chest and glaring at the man, uncaring to whatever he had to say. He watched him step forward and stood his ground before..what the hell was the man doing. Standing in one spot, his legs moving, but it looked like he was jogging in place. He raised an eyebrow then glanced towards the girl with the purple butterfly. Was he dreaming? "What the hell?..." 

 Then Blake was suddenly flung backwards. Daemon felt a tug on his hand and looked back to see Andries tugging on his hand with a look of, 'we better get the hell out of here!' And he agreed, he wasn't gonna stick around for this freak show! Whatever the hell was going on, he didn't want to be a part of it. As he turned on his heel to leave though, something suddenly yanked him backwards, making him fall. Something shimmered around his wrist briefly, an interconnecting line that led up to Blake. "what the hell! What are you doing?! Let me go!" What a sight they must have been in the middle of the street, unfortunately Daemion couldn't see the street. The edges of his vision blurred white and he couldn't see a thing other than Andries' worried face.