Ooo-kay.

Damon held up his hands in a gesture of surrender, still holding the flimsy plastic cup until she snatched it away. A few drops landed on his wrist. There was maybe a slight lack of sincerity in his expression. Only slight. "Sorry I asked."

Look, he'd spent a night tripping out on other people's emotions not too long ago, so he could sympathize. Inasmuch as he sympathized with anything. But when you were a vampire, having feelings you weren't meant to have and didn't want to have could be something of a real bitch.

He should know.

He turned into a dog was something else to look into, though. He opened his mouth to ask, but stopped short when Rick fell into his line of vision.

Oh, look who was here. Look who also thought he could get away with ignoring Damon Salvatore. Please. That was just asking for Damon to not leave him alone. The man really should've known better. Was he still bent about getting fed on last night? Come on, there hadn't even been any teeth involved. Perfectly civil.

Damon leaned forward, peering around Rose to catch Alaric's eye. "Rick," he greeted pleasantly. "Good to see you. How's the blood sugar doing?"