Skoob’s eyes roved up to Damien then. He pointed at the blood mage, and his lip curled in a sort of repulsed way. “Dis concubine?” Finally, the all-too-pleased smirk Damien had been sporting fell away and he crossed his arms tightly over his chest, giving Skoob a look. Too bad it was about five minutes too late. Amma finally had a chance to giggle out a bit of relief. “No, no, that’s—actually, yes, he is.”