In the morning, Damien got up out of bed and walked downstairs. The entire downstairs was already cleaned from the massive party from the other day, probably by the several butlers and maids around the castle. As Damien went to the kitchen, he walked in to see a conversation between one of the maids and Fang. "Mr. Fang, are you sure you don't want me to make you coffee?" The maid asked, a hint of guilt in her voice and expression, as if she thought she did something wrong. "Of course Samantha. You and the others did amazing cleaning the place this morning. Go tell the others you all get the last day I spend here free to do whatever you want." The maid smiled sheepishly as quickly bowed down to Fang as she spoke quickly, "T-Thank you master Fang!" She then left to find the other servants.
Damien stood behind the counter, having watched the whole situation unfold at the table. It was silent for a moment before Damien spoke up, "...That was a really nice thing of you to do Fang." Fang looked over, and blushed. "Y-You heard all that? Please, it was just what anyone else would do..." Damien chuckled. "No actually. There aren't very many people who are both rich enough to own a mansion and hire maids and butlers who would actually be that nice to their servants I'm sure." Fang scratched the back of his head, looking down at the cereal he was having. Damien chuckled again, moving to the pantry as Fang finally spoke again, "There's pancakes waiting for you on the counter." Damien looked over and indeed he saw pancakes. He smiled and took the plate, and moved to the table with Fang. Damien sat on the opposite side as he ate. While he did so, he said, "You know, pancakes are my favorite." "Really? I didn't know if you'd want them, so I saved the last few for you..." Damien grinned. "Thanks." Fang chuckled nervously as he blushed again.
After a little while of eating, Damien finished his breakfast and took it to the sink and cleaned it. ".........Fang, what's your favorite breakfast meal?" "Pancakes! I just really, REALLY love them!" Fang sounded and looked like a child as he waved his arms in a happy way. Damien's eyes looked over curiously, and he felt a little guilty Fang saved the last few the mansion had at the time for him, a total stranger. "...Well, I'll make it up for you." "Make it up to me for what?" Fang asked with burning curiosity. "For saving me the last pancakes." "Oh no, you don't have to...really..." "No, I want to. You may be a celebrity, but outside that hard and confident shell you force yourself to wear out in public, you seem like a very nice and childlike person. It's only right I pay you back for doing something like that for me. Maybe I'll......"