“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.” “Believe me, your daughter won’t,” I say before I can measure my words. “Yeah, I agree.” Damien is still chewing on his food while he speaks.
