[He was supposed to rule the world. He wasn't trained to recognize (or blend) poison in camp food. Of course it was gourmet food. Added a lot to his friction with Alfred for a long time, how capricious Damian can be.]

>Tt.< Pennyworth... If he wished me dead, he wouldn't have to resort to poison.

[Which is as close as Damian gets to saying that Alfred is one of the people he trusts. And that the butler already has saved his life. More than once.]