Damien nodded at Jeremiah's question to head off and work out his own stuff. He moved to scribble down the address on a bit of paper before he handed it to Jeremiah. "There's room in the driveway for two cars, so feel free to park up by the Jimny." He said before he looked towards Diane before standing and leaving.

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Damien had been home for about two hours by now, he had made sure the house was more presentable than it normally was; not that it was messy, but he wasn't exactly fond of the idea of his scribbled notes on his patron and the magic he was gifted strewn around the place. He popped it all in his office, which was marked with a large X on the door. A few doors in the house had this, but Damien would explain it to Jeremiah when he got there.

Damien headed into the front of the house and into the garden; the different coloured flowers swaying gently in the wind in front of the soft blue painted single story house. The garden, despite it being autumn, was in full bloom; and if anyone was in tune with magic, would know it was a Fae's work- Keeping all of the flowers and trees in their bloomed season.

Damien lit a cigarette as he wandered through the garden, it was a little slice of home for him, almost; a bit of a happy place for the detective. As he breathed the smoke from the cigarette out; the smoke lingered around him, it's pinkish hue glimmering in the light almost like it had glitter within it.
He had [i]tried[/i] Human cigarettes before, but the stuff they cut the tobacco with hurt his throat; so he made it a mission to get a good, steady supply of Faewild Cigarettes for himself.