There would be a pause and Atreus would only feel the barest hint of shifting air be Damian would release the spell, revealing himself now standing on the floor, leaning against the wall with crossed arms. 

[color=00a651]"You'll have to forgive my wariness, my most recent dealings with the Church has not been the most... constructive in nature."[/color] Far from the jovial and warm visage the others had seen in the Mess hall yesterday, a stern and focused look was plastered on the man's face.

It was soon relaxed however with a breath out his nose. Rubbing the bridge of his nose he let out a soft sigh. [color=00a651]"Feels like I can't ever get a moments rest with them, regardless of which faction I encounter. No matter."[/color]

Rubbing his face a moment Damian pushed himself from the wall, hands in his pockets. [color=00a651]"All that aside, seems we finally meet Arteus. Did you wish to talk here or your office?"[/color]