Damien watched as Draco donated some of his healing "salve" to Conner. He stood up, still holding his black bow with the twin snakes on the front of it. He was uninjured, and not taking any offensive stances. The dark-eyed human looked from Draco to the wizard that had walked up by now, then to the cat-girl, who seemed to be raining insults on them. 

He blinked and answered honestly. "I am Damien Varomere, and I was aiming for the dragon's eye." He looked at Draco. "There are no scales on that." Standing casually, his voice was calmer, and he spoke honestly, without anger or hatred, as a simple confession. "I am sorry I hurt you, cat girl. I had thought you were an enemy, and I intended to take your life. I am glad i did not. Please forgive me." He bowed to her in that ancient and graceful way that only humans ever seemed to be able to pull off when their hearts were pure. What was strange about Damien in this moment, was that he didn't seem at all uneasy in the presence of these inhuman and quite powerful beings. Not anymore. He seemed to simply accept the facts of life around him, yielding to the rights of other creatures in the world to exist, even if they were beyond his understanding. "We are at war." He said with a solemn expression, beginning to explain. "Vampires kill humans, and so it is unavoidable, but they must be destroyed. This city is home to two major hunter families, and we've quickly noticed the signs that have come with the numerous disappearances... " Damien's eyes lit up as Draco drew his sword in front of him, and he immediately stopped, threw his bow around his shoulders, and drew his sword as well, facing Draco. Without a single word, the threat was made clear. if Draco was going to pull a weapon, Damien was going to defend himself. The human stood, unmoving, glaring at Draco, waiting for his next move.