Damon carefully set aside his mug, reading between the lines. Although Lucian hadn't said in no uncertain terms that he'd kill her, the younger vampire had lived long enough around the older one to know better.
His hands lightly rested on the arms of the chair he sat in, the leg he crossed over one knee was now uncrossed. All his body language was poised defensively. Damon gulped, avoiding Lucian's gaze as he murmured, "...Don't."