"Thanks for saying that. At least I know if some thug takes a swing at me or pulls my hair I've got a Diamond Dog bodyguard looking after me. You, mate."

Zack laughed softly a little and then looked up at his tall friend. Dance? He hadn't really done much of that since he preferred graffitiing and riding his bike. What harm could it do if Damien wanted to take him to a club?

"I haven't really danced much. Are we going to a club?"

Then the whole ID thing would come into play once more since it was late and Zack was underage to get into most New York bars and clubs. Damien would have to intervene.