But as Damon sat there, his logical mind began to wage a silent war against his own stubborn pride.
Damon thought to himself, his internal voice analyzing the situation carefully.
"Syrus has had many encounters with women," Damon's mind reasoned quietly. He looked at his relaxed friend. "Syrus is always surrounded by beautiful noble ladies at the royal court. He knows how to speak to them. He knows what makes them smile. He knows what makes them stay. He is really, truly experienced in this specific battlefield."
Damon slowly lowered his hand, resting it on the table.
But immediately, his pride fought back against the logic.
