Damon's rage was already growing inside him, and he had barely been in his brother's presence for a few seconds. There was always the possibility, that it had been growing over time, with each day that his brother apparently had no need for him, but Damon wasn't willing to acknowledge that to either of them.
"Don't you cluck your tongue at me, like some old woman," he sneered. "I didn't loose anything. If you could keep your hands to yourself, maybe I wouldn't have to come in here and ask about them."