Mayt sighed, and finished his drink as Maddox was leaving, missing him disappearing from the doorway. He jingled the ice around the glass for a few moments before he looked over at Damian, hoping to have a conversation. "So, what was the fight with the blood mage like? I can see no one got hurt, at least not that I can see, so I assume it went well." Mayt crossed his arms and rested them on the counter top, looking over at Damian, waiting for a reply.