For a split second his body betrayed discomfort with a twitch of the posture. She'd have noticed, he knew she would. But there was no way to hide the fact that he didn't enjoy his insecurities being spoken of so directly. It was also alarming to note that she saw it all even with his best efforts to conceal it. Had it started weighing on him so heavily? "I want.. to feel like a real person. I just don't know how to be like everyone else, and I do know that I can't help what I am. Place like this? You get what you pay for, and people paid a fortune to define everything about me before I even started walking. But I guess they didn't pay enough." There was a peculiarity to his tone when explaining this, like it was painful to admit. His last statement was especially self evident, but just in case it was lost in translation, Damien gestured at himself and where they were. No doubt meaning to imply that there was a great deal of irony on display.
"It drives me insane to think that your people are just given everything I wanted. You're accepted, no conditions, and no alterations. Hell, your families act like the birth of every child is a literal miracle!" Realising he just raised his voice and entirely broke composure, Damien raised a hand to apologetically excuse himself. He'd said enough, maybe even a little too much.