Hm, riddles. Damon had never considered himself as being good at anything in particular except for maybe driving a car and holding the same expression, same trained reactions to a monotone level, futile and insipid. Yet he had expected some kind of response from the other; what that exactly was, he didn’t know. He was used to another party either wrinkling their noses to his behavior, or telling him off for it. Not that he minded this, not at all. It was a lot easier to talk as no one interrupted him with distracting faces. “Not that I know of. That one was just a common riddle, I’ve heard it before” He stated, cocking a shoulder into a vague jolt, not bothering bringing the other one into the gesture. Oh so, no name? This was more fun that he thought. Names were a nuture anyhow, so it didn’t occur to him until a moment of silence. “I do, but I don’t think it’s necessary to gain knowledge of since I didn’t receive yours.”
“Most people would find trouble even with common riddles”, he said softly, a pensive note in his words—perhaps it was even solemn as his gaze slipped away, before swerving to return to the impassive man before him. A heartbeat later his lips donned an almost cheeky smile, in stark contrast to the mellow response he had given a moment ago. “Though it makes it fun to see them struggle to find answer”, he admitted. “And fun when they get it right. Riddles used to be a way of entertaining, but now there is such a lot that take people’s time.” By right a great many of these things were entertaining even to him; he had found himself pleasure in modern ways. Adapting could be difficult at times, yet rewarding at others. “No names, then”, he concluded quietly, pale eyes lingering on the indifferent features of the other man. “Just a face, and a voice, and a mind.” He tilted his head to the side, thoughts passing over his features like clouds with no shape to give them away. “You have a curious face”, he soon did add. “It is still like water on a day with no breeze.”