Damien is just glad he didn't comment on it. He'd rather die than talk about it okay.

He considers it for a moment while he eats in silence. Was there? There had to be. There were things he liked, before he left his whole life and who he used to be behind. Probably.

Only one thing comes to mind and he glances over at Mark. "It's...literally half a lifetime ago, but... I was in band, in middle school. Played the violin." He's not sure he could call it a passion, but... he definitely liked it.