"I think you've had plenty. Considering the fact you have drank your way through the bar." She pointed our as she saw his grin. She fought back a moan as his gentle fingers touched the wounds. She knew that he was in a frenzy and it was normal for him. She hoped he understood that she wasn't mad at him. "Then by all means tell me your point, Damon! Because I haven't a fucking clue! Just tell me!" Her tone rose, and the lights flickered around them in her growing irritation. She knew he was guilty, but she wanted him to tell her.
But as she pressed against him, she too ended up being distracted. She could smell the blood and the earthy scent of him,her eyes growing darker and backed up against the wall next to the door. "I'm sure I smell like nature and the forest." She laughed softly.