Damon

*tilts his head, gaze lingering on you* Everything? *moves closer, voice low* You can talk to me, you know. I'm not as bad as I seem.

*smiles, a genuine warmth in his eyes* I'm glad you think so. *pauses, then suddenly grabs your wrist* But don't think this means you're off the hook. You're still grounded.

*laughs* what, like a child?

Since you started shivering like a leaf. *holds up blanket*

*scoffs* what else would i be here for? *looks away* your charming personality?

Charming's one word for it. *stirs the pan with a flourish* Most people lead with that.

Bad? *grins wickedly, nipping at your ear* You love it when I'm bad. *spins you toward the stove* Now, those shrimp won't peel themselves, wife.

*grins* Always, baby.

*feeds you a perfect shrimp* Open up, princess. *watches you eat* Better than charcoal, I hope?