Damien sighed, putting the knife down then running a hand through his hair, feeling the tension within the room. Boy did he hate moments like these. He could feel the energies and sadly absorbs them like a sponge. Though while he had to try and keep his cool to a degree, Damien was understanding their frustrations and it he was starting to feel frustrated himself and had to bite his tongue. Instead he looked to his guests, knowing he had no place to speak. He still had the offer open to Miss Shade.