"Damian. Last time I tried to introduce myself, blood started spouting from the fountain." The man briefly looked over his shoulder, making sure no blood came gushing from the chamber doors. And instead of shaking her hand, he put the cup of tea in the young woman's hand.
"Department! Is that true? Are you giving Dottie a hard time?" Rapping his cane on the floor, Damian turned to look at the doors, as if he were expecting a reply. With a grin, her turned back to Dottie. "If it really didn't want you here, it'd send you in circles. Really mess with you."
Tapping his chin briefly, he then raised the finger up. "Show the department that you belong here. Say where you want to go with confidence. You hear that, Department!? She's not taking no for an answer!"
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