Damian frowned when Jarvis said he'd be fighting the winner of Scier's and Angelo's fight later that evening, but nodded when he finished speaking. "That I can, especially since Angelo has a tendency to light up the night with his magic." Chuckling at his joke, Damian thanks the healer again and see's Lazarus and Sasha come in and sit down, with Sasha getting him a drink. Standing carefully and collecting his own drink and his pie, Damian works his way over to the pair and joins them at their table, sitting down just as carefully as he'd stood. Once he had all his stuff on the table, he offers a hand to Lazarus across the table.

"To good friends and a battle well fought." He smiled good naturedly. "That last spell you used hurt. Came away from it with three broken ribs." Taking a sip of his drink, he looks at Lazarus and then at Sasha. [i]Could they be? I mean, I could be looking too far into it, but it is a possibility. Should I ask?[/i] Instead of asking about what was on his mind, he asks about Sasha's side. "So, how are the stitches holding up, Sasha?"