"You could only do 25." Damon leaned forward, sliding his hand up Enzo's thigh, answering the dare with another one of his own. . "You've gained some muscle."
He hovered an inch away from the man's mouth. "If you tell me you didn't think about us when we were in our cells, you are a fucking liar." He licked over his top lip. "Did you think I forgot about you after all these years? I didn't."
All those years with no energy had frustrated him, but pretty soon both had accepted it as existence. They had to survive. They had their minds though. Damon got a bit more blood, which took his mind off the very thing he craved. Although his strength wasn't at full capacity, his imagination was intact. This was something he had wanted for a very long time.