After the spar, Damain returned to his lazy old self and stayed beneath his duvet. He only got Judge Vance's number on Thursday, and he texted her almost immediately, making his identity known from the very beginning.
Damain was not surprised when she responded quickly, and from there, the two of them hit it off with ease. While the conversation unfolded naturally, he was also going through the personal information Clara had managed to scrape together within such a short window of time.
Judge Vance was a forty three year old mother of three, locked in a healthy twenty year long relationship. Damain had been surprised to discover that her personal life was every bit as polished and glamorous as her professional one.
However, that did not deter him in the slightest because he had already come to understand something about humans.
