It was quite a sight to have three beautiful women in a tent with him in the dead of night, but Damon couldn't really feel happy about it.
In fact, he was feeling uneasy. Yes, that was the word, uneasy.
Seras came to his tent, and once again he was caught in a compromising position with a young woman, but he didn't let that bother him.
What did was Seras coming to his tent.
"What… what do you want," he asked with a nonchalant expression.
She shook her head.
"I was thinking of killing you, but after the war games you did impress me, and here we are. You know why I'm here, don't you."
Damon took a moment to think about why this woman would be here in his tent.
He glanced at her up and down, then closed his eyes.
"You're about the same age as my mother."
Seras narrowed her eyes when he said that.
Then he smiled.
"That's totally fine, because I like 'em old enough to birth me."
Seras's face scrunched up further in disdain and disgust when she saw his expression.
