And he would be met with the same granite-forced resistance, the wintry man's baleful glare enough to send most unfortunate beings scattering and far, far away from him. But not the annoyingly resilient Damon Gant. No; He somehow managed to bounce back no matter what sort of tribulation he was subjected to by Manfred's hand.

A twitch of his mouth is all that is displayed to make his acute distaste known, his sharply arching brows raising ever further as he opened his mouth to address the other man promptly.

"...No doubt that pamphlet would have told you half as much. I do. An affiliate, to be precise."

But sharing this information so readily may not have been...wise. Yet, he has nothing to fear from him, in any case.

"Why do you want to know?"