Pity. He was having fun. Fangs out and eyes bloody, the display would maybe be a bit daunting for those not used to it. There were a few villagers that averted there eyes from the sight, but there were also those that seemed more intrigued than before. Well, that's what happened when people lived in a vampire town lorded over by a vampire Baron. It wasn't as if Damon went around vamping out all the time. He supposed, if anything, this might help with his... what did Fernando call it? His citizen loyalty? Staying up in his tower while shit hit the fan wouldn't exactly make him a very effective or useful lord. Coming down into the fracas, however...

And Javik, though not entirely a stranger to those that had seen the rare visit by the prothean, would likely gather his own following of those that saw him as a guardian and protector and not someone with a title who let others do all the heavy lifting. This, if anything, had earned the alien favor in Damon's little corner of the world.

Coming over to Javik, Damon's face went from somewhat fearsome back to the casual cheekiness he usually had, kicking a leg over to Buck as he went, sending the varren after it happily. He looked around and saw Fernando, no worse for wear, seeing to the gathering of the corpses and making sure they were all doubly dead. "You should come out more often," Damon said, smiling over at the captain. "Fun things seem to occur when you do."