Damien looked up at his mother, a small sigh of relief escaping him. He was glad that Connie wouldn't need to go wandering the East wing. At the sight of his mother's tears, he blinked a few times then averted his gaze. He listened to her stern words and slowly sat upright. He closed his eyes for a moment before slowly opening them once again, they were burning red. Damien glanced at his mother with soft eyes. "A monster you say... I thought we were already monsters..." He murmured quietly. His unsettled hated for most humans that he kept locked away in the back of his mind began to rise up. Probably caused by his lust for blood... Damien sighed softly and lifted his head to fully see her. "Very well, but I will not bite her neck." He said with narrow eyes. It wasn't time to claim her as his own...