Damon couldn't hold back his smirk at his sister's attitude towards eating people. Oh, he'd taught her well. She was like a little, deceptive kitten; he'd never seen anyone play the sweet and innocent card as well as Faye could, but this kitty had some fuck off dangerous claws that came out when she wanted them too. It made him proud to be her big brother. He really loved watching her play. Still, they had to be careful here. Damon wasn't planning on leaving any time soon and if Faye wanted to stick around, which he hoped she would, she'd have to be a little more cautious than she usually was when they were in big cities. "If you wanna stay here," Damon said as he pushed open the front door and walked out into the afternoon sunshine. "You can't go killing off the populous. People tend to notice that kinda thing in these small towns." Damon knew he wouldn't have to remind Faye how dangerous Mystic Falls had been for them before they'd left in 1864, what with the Founders' Council on the rampage. Besides, there had already been a few unexplained 'animal attacks', courtesy of him when he'd first arrived, and he didn't want the native getting too suspicious. He had plans for this town before he left. He didn't want to be forced out because his little sister had eaten the football team. Still, Faye was a big girl. As long as she knew she couldn't go around killing, he didn't see why the pair of them couldn't have some fun with the locals.