What Mat had been doing wasn't so important. It was a lot of posturing and lessons in matters he never expected of himself, but completed dutifully for the sake of his best friend. A bodyguard wasn't his dream job, but staying around Damon as often as they could get away with definitely counted as a dream itself. Right now he was on break, and his own duties were so much less compared to the training the magisters went through. Playing hookie wasn't going to mess him up whatsoever.

It seemed as though nowadays, Mat couldn't go any time at all without some sort of magic residing inside of him. It was as if he had been living his life without blood or air to fill him and now he felt alive, clearheaded in ways he didn't realize he had not been. There was a threshold of how much he could hold comfortably, without pain, and they were still learning where that line really was... but for all the pain filling him over brought, Mat would never say no to adding more and learning about it.

With a small grin, he leaned back into Damon's arms and looked up to him. "Is that all we've come to?" he teased. "Where's the love, the passion?"

Shifting enough so that he could crane his neck and give Damon a kiss, he added, "Hi, you."