Damien struggled against Spencer's hold out of instinct, but there was a genuine concern in his gaze when he listened to the quick back and forth rapport of his organized security coming through the static of the electronic communication. Someone was attacking the house, or, at least, there was immediate danger to his person that was rare in his sheltered life.

"I can walk by myself," he snapped at the same time as yanking his sleeve few from the unforgiving clutch Spencer had on his thousand dollar suit.

"Why don't you go see who is attacking? I can make myself scarce." Damien wanted to know who dared to cause this commotion in his home.