Damon didn't wait for agreement, approval, or even a second question. The moment he decided, he simply acted, adjusting Lily in his arms with an irritating naturalness, as if the whole absurd situation was already completely under control—at least for him. Her body responded immediately to the contact, relaxing against his as if that closeness was the only thing that truly mattered at that moment, and this only reinforced the calm conviction etched on his face.
"I'm going upstairs," he said directly, in a tone that didn't ask permission from anyone present. His eyes quickly scanned the group, assessing without really stopping, like someone who already knew exactly what he was going to do before even getting up from the sofa. There was a small pause, brief enough to create expectation, but long enough to carry intention. "And I'm going to… educate her a little."
