Georgina gave him a death stare, but his niece came to his rescue. "Uncle Damon is a lord of overlords!" She burst into giggles. Hearing that, Georgina muttered under her breath. "More like lord of the beggars and the useless."
Their mom, clearly overwhelmed, let out a tired sigh and reached up to rub her temples. "Okay. Enough. Stop this nonsense. I just want to know: are we really safe here, Damon? Truly?"
"Yes, you can trust Artimius," Damon replied. Even though he personally had no trust in that old bastard, he did not want his parents to live in constant fear while they were here. Nothing wrong with a white lie that could give some peace of mind.
But his timing was on the mark as he heard a light chuckle coming from the distance. The old man gave Damon a knowing smile as he walked towards the group. "I am assuming everyone is headed to the cafeteria to have some breakfast?"
