“It’s fine, fine.” Abe motions at me with a dismissive hand. “Damien?” “Yes?” “I’m offering you my daughter’s hand in marriage.” “Why would you do that to her?” Damien stares incredulously, then whispers, “Is she not really your daughter, so you’re punishing her?” Abe laughs, the sound genuinely amused. “I like you, Damien Orlov.”
