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[h2][color=orange]Damon Fawkes[/color][/h2]
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Damon blinked at her as she asked the question. He took a moment and looked at his arm before realizing that the dragon was indeed coiling around his arm as it usually does. He looked back at her and mentally thought through how exactly to explain. [color=orange]"Its my ability. My tattoos are like living creatures."[/color] He gave a shrug. [color=orange]"Its why I'm called the host"[/color] It was an extremely simplified explanation of what the tattoos were and he could feel a hard nudge from the dragon. His skin bulldogs for a second and more detail could be seen on the scales as if the creature was pressing its body against his skin. He gave a small annoyed look toward the tattoo and then focused back on Carolina. 

 Damon was completely taken off guard by the offer. His eyes seemed a bit wider at the sudden question of him. He swallowed to regain his composure. [color=orange]"Yeah...uh sure"[/color] He gestured for her to lead the way. [color=orange]"Lead the way"[/color] His hands clasped behind his back as he waited for her to lead him. His thought process was that he was going to help her gather things to get ready. There wasn't even a glimmer of inappropriate thoughts even though many a male would have those thoughts. Especially with that blush on her face.