"A marathon, eh?" Enzo smirked, leaning even further forward and placing his hand on Damon's shoulder. It was a kind of physical dare.
"When I knew you back then, I don't think you could have managed a fifty meter dash."
Lack of blood could do that to a vampire, sap them of all of their energy, until it was hard enough just to keep moving. Damon certainly looked healthier now, stronger.