Damian: "Oh thank the lord." He immediately lifted the illusion, his nose was gushing blood, he looked worse then his illusion did. His skin was a pale green and his makeup more messed up then usual. Blood dripped down from the side of his head.

George: "How long were you doing this for?" George interrogated, clearly not pleased with the idea that his fiancé was clearly off somewhere else without him and without backup.

Damian: he paused at the question. Seeming to think it through. "Um... well... Lucas... didnt.., exactly make it back with us.... uh..." he chuckled nervously smiling over to George.

George: "What." Oh he was pissed. Good thing for Damian, George was more concerned for Lucas than he was mad but if Lucas had been safe, George and Damian would be definitely having a word or two. "Damian get yourself home and take care of yourself. You look like shit. I am going and helping my fiancé."

Damian: he shook his head running a hand through his hair. "No, I was specifically asked by my good friend to keep you safe George, I literally can't let you go look for him. He asked me not to let you." He grabbed George's arm. "So you should go back and rest."

George: "I don't give a damn what he asked you to do!!" George shot back, his voice rising in volume. "Now, I am going to get my fiancé and that's final, Damian." George yanked his arm away from Damian before turning and walking away. "We will continue this conversation later, understood?"

Damian: "no." A figure came out of the shadows and grabbed George by both its arms. Damian's eyes let off a soft glow. "George Lucas doesn't want you getting hurt. He made me take you because he didn't want to risk you getting injured. I'm sorry I've been doing my best!"

Damian: he tilted his head for a moment. "If I didn't kiss you it wouldn't have been believable. I was pushing it by giving you makeup to cover up your neck, Lucas wouldn't allow that, or he'd be salty about it. He did cheat on you, although the circumstance is a bit tricky. Frankly I don't care about hurting you at this point George. I don't care about hurting anyone anymore." He smiled, exposing his teeth... which were now... sharp and pointed. The figure that had grabbed him tightened its grip on George.