They don't, and the front door opens into a long, narrow hallway, a light that wasn't obvious from the outside on, above. For a moment and barring that, there are no further signs of life, and then Damien's voice is at her ear again. "In the living room, my dear." A somehow sharp pause follows, and then, for effect, he adds, "I don't bite."

If nothing else, it seems he's at least extra enough to be in the Eye, for all that they seem to attract showmen.

Regardless, the hallway continues on, past a door, left open, that leads into a kitchen, and stairs that lead up, spilling into a living room. Damien, seated in at a desk chair, a series of computers and monitors arranged around him, turns, and while he doesn't stand to greet her, it has nothing to do with a disregard of etiquette, a lack of respect. It's more that he might have trouble standing so quick, if the brace that runs his left leg from mid-thigh to his ankle is any indication. He's crippled and trying to avoid drawing attention to that fact, so he stays sitting.

"Josie, isn't it?" Oh, yes. He knows you don't usually use your full name.