 And their wings, a color of red I never saw before, flashing against the white columns of the house. Taste it for a minute, then walk into it. And a butler in knee breeches tells you to wait. You are who, senor? Damon. Johnny Damon. Oh? I have been waiting for you, senor Johnny Damon. I am Deontay. We have business to discuss. You want some, dear?