Damien gave a small nod and a polite small as Sam and Saraekiel stepped away.
"Thank you," Damien said with a bit of pride filling him. He was proud of these two, their relationship, and all that they had accomplished in their time on the Earth. "I would be honored."
He paused briefly, and then said "Actually, speaking of your family, I'm interested in setting up an appointment for a... pet approval, if you will." He hated calling his relationship with Rachel that. Rachel was, in no way, his pet; she was his lover, his partner, his human companion, not some living blood bag. Damien found it degrading to refer to her as such. He would typically go far out of his way to avoid the phrasing. As their relationship had started to become more intimate, they both knew it was only a matter of time before he was feeding from her.
And he was familiar with fledges being taken from their Sires, pets being taken from their lovers due to lack of registration. It was an utterly ridiculous idea that he should have to register dynamics and relationships of his private life at all to anyone, but until Rachel it had never really affected him. Now, however, he felt cautious, bashful discussing such details in the presence of some other creature who wasn't Rachel. It had been hard enough for him to talk with Rachel about these kinds of things - lots of prodding, gentle coaxing, and catching him at moments with his guard down. He felt horrible at first for even wanting to feed from her just as he had felt horrible at wanting to make love to her. Now, however, at least between them, the words about having her legally marked as his offered some comfort to his anxious self.
He felt that all-too-familiar feeling in his face like tensing muscles, though no blood flowed there. Damien looked out onto the party and saw Jenella and Pierre walking arm-in-arm together comfortable, talking. FOr a brief moment, he wished he had brought Rachel with him. At least then he wouldn't have been as anxious as he was now.
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Pierre had given a huff of a laugh at his fledgling's comment about wasted opportunities, remembering how the evening with Sonya had played out. He looked down at the ground in response, saying nothing else. He hadn't told her anything about his encounter with Sonya - let alone Nadia - and Pierre was not looking forward to that conversation and the punishing looks he would undoubtedly receive for interacting with Nadia again.
"Well, you know me," he smirked but didn't meet her gaze. "I'd much rather be anywhere else. But you know Damien and his social events." Pierre sighed and looked around the party. Everyone seemed to pairing off, Sabrina turning to address Ichabod, Damien with some Ancient that Pierre recognized - or at least figured - was Sacramentum. Pierre held his arm out for his fledge in an attempt to lead her away from the giantess and Kerr's family to get her for himself. He expected her to take his arm, and would have been dreadfully surprised if she hadn't. "But tell me more about your trip. I live vicariously through your adventures, you know this. Do you think this Ricardo is The One for you?" A distracted smirk as he closed her hand on his arm with his other hand.