"First...please call me Damien. Every time you say 'Mr. Wilson', I'm not joking; I check for my father. He's rather good at showing up unannounced and at all the wrong times." Damien tells her.
He smiles as she talks about Vermont Maple Syrup. He can almost taste it right now as he thinks of it and considers having some with whatever breakfast is tomorrow.
"I want to leave a legacy that will endure throughout time, Lian. I want the one that truly makes any person immortal.
I want children." he says simply. "My children will have the best of everything all of their lives, but...such dreams are more difficult to achieve than most of the dreams that some people consider impossible." he tells her.
He is considering doing something impulsive just as the servant returns to tell them that the food is ready.
"Will you join me?" he asks, taking her hand again. This time, he laces his fingers with hers to test a theory of his.
Yes. Their hands do fit together.
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