We're running 'round like we don't care

Damien imagined Grimnir's face when his claws drawed a pretty crack across his eye. That would be priceless. But this pup, it did have it's worth, and Cicero was right in his thoughts. Damien knew that he would have to make a big effort not to silence the pup his own way, but it couldn't be done. He would have to, indeed, suck it up.

"Alright, let's not do anything to the crying whelp, then..." he agreed, and pushed baldur, which was not trying to climb his leg, away. He was so annoying...

Then the next comment Cicero made caught Damien's attention. They had a plan, to drug Grimnir somehow and take him to the dungeons for his end. But they didn't have a way to drug him. It would either take earning Grimnir's full trust, or be hella good at fooling him. Both nearly impossible.

"I remember, yes." he commented. that day had been weird. Cicero was babbling nonsense and got totally high, but Damien had just assumed that it had been one of his experimants again. "Are you sure about this, brother?"