Re: Samandriel - Damon
Damon was confused slightly. He was difficult, uncaring, callous - he was a dick. Only Stefan saw that other side, and it was one he didn't talk about. This one was hopeful, and actually serious. "You have no idea how many have tried and failed, but I also know that you want me." He was slipping away from that conversation about feelings, although he wasn't going to deny that there was some sort of chemistry at work.
"Samandriel. It's a mouthful. Maybe Sam, or Sammy. I'm Damon, not sir or lord, or whatever. When you scream my name, I sure as fuck don't want it to be Sir." He kept his eyes on the boy, who was definitely willing to please him. Did he even know what that meant? Surrendering to Damon's every whim without question, or would he be challenged? Now that might be interesting, but there was a time and a place for it. "How many people have you seen today?"