When Damien felt Pricilla pull away, he wanted to groan a little, as if to complain that she did. But he held back, since it was just a month of relationship, and the boy still felt like he has a lot of appearances to upkeep, for fear of losing this girl as soon as he has gotten her. His eyes continued to stare longingly into the girl's, though, and it lingered there like how her taste was still lingering in his mouth. The boy's breathing began to be more calm, as opposed to the out-of-breath one that had just been, when he was kissing Pricilla.
Damien rubbed his eyes to get himself out of his sleepy stupor as the girl talked. "Well, there was Leah, Vanessa, Ann ... the list goes on" he offered mockingly when she asked about his kissing. Then quickly after some chuckles, Damien circled his hand around Pricilla's waist and brought her close to him again, just wanting to take in the scent of her. Whenever he smells this scent, the boy would always desire to bury himself into and against this place which he thinks to be the best place in the entire world.
"I learnt it from you, of course," Damien began again to rectify what he had said earlier. He remembered how just last week, Pricilla had showed him how to kiss, and he lapped up all that she taught quickly, and never stopped thinking about it. It was a step further than the usual hand-holding and hugging in school. He had thought his kiss to be a little sloppy. He had felt awkward doing it despite just being very happy to lock lips with his love. The girl did not seem bothered though, and that comforted him.
"Long time indeed. A week is too long, since we always get to see each other in school ... everyday." Damien made a sad face after he said that. He wished he was older, and that Pricilla could come and live with him for good. Well, if he was older, he would have laughed at that thought. Now, though, nothing was too fast to him. He wanted it all. The boy beamed once more when he was kissed on the forehead, feeling as if his happiness could explode him already.
"Yes, well. Father has quite a taste," Damien began, glad to boast about his father, whom he admires, and of course, the wonderful house. He had begun to not like talking about mother now. There was a change about her that displeased him. Besides, her apartment in the city had become too conventional for him. The d'Eath residence was the best he had seen. A house in the forest, he loved the idea as much as the house.
Damien nodded eagerly when Pricilla asked about her dress. If they were older, he might have made a cheeky remark about liking her without the dress. But now, he thought it amazing to see her just this way. "Your Daddy has quite a taste too, then." He smiled. Damien had never met his girlfriend's father, but had definitely heard about the man. Father had told him about Barnabas Cuffe, and Damien had thought the other man's job to be a pretty intriguing one.
Suddenly, Diddy entered the scene. "Boy Master," he ventured. "Lunch?" The house-elf had waited for the scene to become more ... acceptable before walking out.
Damien spun around and stood up, patting his hair down at the same time absentmindedly. He nodded to Diddy before turning his attention back to Pricilla.