Loki is a dirty wafer-snatcher, so Damian feels entirely justified in fighting fire with fire, quickly snagging up a piece of Loki's dessert for himself and moving the last wafer on his plate solidly out of the god's reach in one honed two-handed maneuver.
Dinners with Grayson have taught him valuable new skills in the art of dining table warfare.
Unlike Loki, Damian doesn't give much thought to his relationships beyond two learned paradigms: that of master and servant (or equal), and that of ally and enemy (or acquaintance). He can like or dislike a person no matter where they sit on the graph; the teenager sits comfortably in the middle for the time being.
(The outliers, for now, are just Dick and Colin, in a little circle labeled friends.)
He tilts his head, making a face at the too-sweet taste of the ganache but determinedly stuffing it in his mouth because it is a retaliation maneuver, finishing off the other half of his mug soon after to lessen the intensity.
"Mother will probably execute me herself if we meet in the field again. It's how the League operates; if a soldier abandons their commander, all ties are cut and their life is considered forfeit. Father doesn't kill, so the worst that I face with him is being disowned."
His chin tilts up, leaning forward curiously.
"What of your mother? I've only read the standard lore, but she sounds like a queen amongst queens."
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Dinners with Grayson have taught him valuable new skills in the art of dining table warfare.
Unlike Loki, Damian doesn't give much thought to his relationships beyond two learned paradigms: that of master and servant (or equal), and that of ally and enemy (or acquaintance). He can like or dislike a person no matter where they sit on the graph; the teenager sits comfortably in the middle for the time being.
(The outliers, for now, are just Dick and Colin, in a little circle labeled friends.)
He tilts his head, making a face at the too-sweet taste of the ganache but determinedly stuffing it in his mouth because it is a retaliation maneuver, finishing off the other half of his mug soon after to lessen the intensity.
"Mother will probably execute me herself if we meet in the field again. It's how the League operates; if a soldier abandons their commander, all ties are cut and their life is considered forfeit. Father doesn't kill, so the worst that I face with him is being disowned."
His chin tilts up, leaning forward curiously.
"What of your mother? I've only read the standard lore, but she sounds like a queen amongst queens."