Damio was, for the most part, quiet as he walked, not at all bothered as she pulled herself up onto his shoulder and rested her arms atop his head. His scowl was already gone, very quick to let go of stress. That part of him would never change. His eyes were closed, his other senses guiding him as they moved, his voice highly amused as he spoke.
"I do have an issue. A big one. She's sitting on my shoulder right now, acting like my head is a place to rest."
His tone suggested he was joking. At least enough to make his teasing somewhat endearing. A rare moment, and of course, it was quickly ended. His nose gave a twitch, and he snorted before his brother even showed up, spitting the dead cigarette butt pinched between teeth out as his eyes opened, head rolling just enough to stare down the bridge of his nose at Melech, sneering.
"We ain't makin' deals with these people Melech. Just remember that..."
He continued to stare for a moment, before his his sneer shifted, grinning broader than he had before as he continued to move.
"That said, come along. Been a while since I've seen some of your hat tricks. Just don't damage the bodies too much. I need their bodies alive, at the very least."