Damien nodded and understood before looking back toward Ana as Lord Grant left the room. As Ana got closer, Damien tried to situate himself so they were decently comfortable. His other arm moved and started softly petting Ana's hair. "It's okay Ana. Just don't drink me dry alright?" He jokes a little, though hoping he could get her to stop when he needs her to. He was feeling that high of excitement that he remembered feeling for the first time and felt his current worries fading away.