[ Damen's eyes track Lucifer the way he might watch an opposing soldier, though there's no apparent hostility in his movements. It's only that Damen doesn't know him, and there's little about this place that makes him feel at peace.

Besides that, it's a question he can't answer. It doesn't make sense to him that creatures he's never met could have knowledge of his intimate desires. Even the men in his company could not have known this kind of detail, for all that they might guess at, and draw their own conclusions, about his relationship with Laurent. The mirror could have been drawn straight out of Damen's heart, and he doesn't know how that could be done.

Nor, in fact, can he imagine how the mirror could hold a moving image at all - that, too, is a source of disbelief for him. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have believed it, and having seen it with his own eyes, he still struggles. ]

They could come only from one who knows me as well as I know myself. I don't know how. I mean to find that out when I discover who.

[ Dark eyes meet Lucifer's, wary and hinting at an edge of anger. ]

It's clear you like it no more than I. What is your name, stranger?