[Damian takes a second to admire the straight-edge, for a moment thinking that Father is arming him (with a very strange choice of weapons given what they've seen so far in here) and is inordinately pleased. Then he understands its true purpose and he is thrilled.

Thank all that is holy, Father was finally going to get rid of that thing on his face. He has never fully experienced Christmas, but he thinks this must be what it feels like. Damian's smile in sincere and only a little too self-satisfied.]

I have never expressed such a sentiment, Father. [Out loud.] Though I am more than happy to assist. Shall we begin now? You should take a seat.