Phoenix sighed, then crossed the room and placed a hand on her head. "I forgive you," he said. "I also know it will happen again," he added with a wry grin, breaking his serious demeanor. "But that's ok; you're young, and it's forgiveable." He looked up as one of his men entered; it was Alex, one of his more interesting soldiers. A poor soul who's parents tried to set him up with this woman or that woman. Phoenix pitied the boy (For he really was nothing more then a boy). "What happens to be the problem," he asked, his tone soft and curious. He let his hand drop from Daeman's hair, ruffling it slightly.