Damien walks by the bench, hands in pockets. He glances at Kevin and sighs
Damien: Oh great, another one.
Kevin: another what? Demon?
Damien scowls
Damien: Was I talking to you?
Kevin: uhh yeah. You kinda were.
Damien: No, I was talking to myself. Big difference.
Kevin: not exactly. You came to me when you said it so it could be to me?
Damien: Actually, I was walking past you, but you're talking to me now, so...what do you want?
Kevin: I don't want anything. But you were still near me.
Damien: Ok, fine, I was near you. I breathed in your general direction. Can I go now?
Kevin: you always had the ability to go. Geez.
