"There are a few here." Damien mentions as he takes his drink from the bartender. Sure with the bright color and fruit in it the drink looked alcoholic but it was only juice. In his own world fruit in general was a delicacy, let alone juice.

Damien laughed and glanced over at Ulrik. "I wouldn't care. I don't date women and she looks tough enough to hand both of you your asses if she wanted." Damien made a point of watching, and if he could meeting, every new person who joined the musicians. Dee might be small but she was scrappy. He knew the type. There were plenty of them back home among the Dogs.

He gave Sven a side eye and then shook his head. "And before you start, you're not my type, if anything... your younger brother would be if I was still single." Damien thought it best to just clear that whole mess out of the air before anything got off on the wrong foot. It also might get the younger one blushing which Damien wouldn't mind. He adored Zack but could definitely see why Dee found Ulrik so charming.