“Awh, the truth comes out,” Elena replied with a tiny chuckle. It was nice, their back and forth banter, though Elena had a hunch something wasn’t right with the vampire. She saw the way the smile never reached his eyes. “Sometimes you’re a little too easy to figure out,” she shot back, her eyes narrowing just a bit in confusion.
“I guess so.” His arms wove across his chest, a smirk forming at her words. “That’s because you, Miss Gilbert, know me all too well.” Walking over to Damon’s alcohol table, he poured himself a drink, accidentally spilling some on Damon’s carpets. Oh well. “Why the visit anyways?”