"Mmh, let's see..."
The words left Damon's mouth in a low murmur, barely more than a breath.
He sat on the edge of a king-sized bed inside one of the highest-tier suites, still in London.
The kind of place most people only dreamed of staying in.
Floor-to-ceiling windows behind him displayed the city skyline, lights glittering like distant stars. The room smelled of fresh linen and expensive wood polish, but Damon barely noticed any of it.
He was sitting there, elbows on his knees, hands loose, eyes locked on something that wasn't physically there. Just a faint glow hovering in his mind's eye, his system menu.
And to anyone watching, he'd look like he was zoning out.
But this wasn't some mindless daze.
This was focus.
"Alright," he muttered, the faintest edge of a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.
His thumb hovered mid-air, as if scrolling through something, but there was nothing for anyone else to see.
Only him.
