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Well, that was entirely unexpected.

"Excuse me?" he asked, cocking an eyebrow at her. "You must be truly deranged to think that I took you for a... well." It seemed quite awkwardly enough that that was precisely what she was. A prostitute, though? Her?

"Regardless, I was not asking for a 'freebie.' I was asking you to come with me so I could give you ice... he hurt you, I saw that." Once more, Damian extended his kindness, along with his elbow so that if she did accept, they could at least be seen as a proper couple or something other than 'business partners.'

"It is not charity that I am offering, simply something that I want to do for you. Charity implies that I am extending a kindness simply for the benefits of being seen as a generous person, yes?"

"I'll compensate you."
The way she had worded the response told him enough. This woman was better than this profession, just as Lorey was pushed into being a cleaning woman because that was what she had to do to survive. Damian's mind made this connection, and immediately this woman became something far more than a victim recovering from a blow.

"My name is Damian," he told her, purposefully keeping his last name to himself. "You do not have to tell me your name if you do not want to."
He lead her to the elevator very carefully, knowing that she was probably very sore and hurt.

At that, he scoffed.
"I would not ask that of any woman as if they were a service to take part in."
Of course, he had made little joking implications with Lorey, but... he never meant it. He really had just wanted to spend time with her, see her smile. That was all.

"But... I am here because I have no where else to go at the moment. I am making arrangements elsewhere for myself and a few friends, but this is my lot at the moment."
With a dull ding, the elevator opened, and he lead her to the room where everyone was asleep.
Before turning the handle, Damian pressed a finger to his lips.
"My two friends are actually a couple, and they are asleep."

Damian fished out the ice from the small refridgerator, and placed it in a makeshift bag made from paper towels.
"Here," he said, and handed it to Raquel. "Why didn't you call for help?" he inquired with a grave seriousness. "You were not even fighting him. Why?"

He spoke softly, so as not to wake anyone, but there were quite a few things that greatly troubled him about this whole situation.

Damian looked at her in slight disgust. His mind reeled with different possibilities of how he could save her... they'd only just met, but he needed to be a better person, for Lorey and Richard. If this woman was the first step into becoming that... then he should take it.

"What if..." he began. "What if I hired you for a completely different reason than what it is you've found yourself doing?"
He himself took a seat across from her. The bruise upon her face was becoming more and more evident, and he needed to make it so that she never had to defend herself again.

"Darling, you've no idea."

He debated with himself telling her everything, everythihng. Right down to the mysteries behind his friends, but they were innocent in this scheme.
Damian stood to get the blood flowing back in his hangover veins.

"Let me just say that I have more than enough money to keep my friends, myself, and you comfortable for quite some time. But because I've fallen on hard times, I don't have the proper image that I'd like... if you'd be willing to simply be seen with me and I with you, we could work something out."
To be seen with a beautiful woman would erase any doubt peopole had that he was no longer living comfortably... it would be stupid, but worth a shot. And he would be keeping her out of trouble. Win win, as far as he could see.

"We'll talk about payment and all of that once you're well again."

Though her mocking words haunted him. He couldn't make that promise... but he also knew that his love for Lorey wouldn't go anywhere for such a long time. He couldn't tell her that, though.