Damian quirked an eyebrow. This was the right place, surely, yet who were these... fools? His expression was like stone, eyes sharp and likely familiar to the other two in a weird, de ja vu way.

Without further ado, the boy stepped forward and let himself into the mansion. He glanced around and turned back toward the others. "You two are extremely unorthodox for servants. My name is Damian, and I am here to meet my father. Take me to him." His tone was expectant and the look on his face showed he was more than serious.