If her cold words struck a chord, he did not let it show, letting it wash over him, as he did anything which he didn't wish to deal with. "Sorry, fresh out of Mutts," he said, with an apologetic flourish of his hands. "No Mutts, no Bonnies, not even a spare Caroline in my pocket." Truth be told, he wouldn't even mind that. A spare Caroline Forbes. At least she was pliable, and easy to boss around. And a decent bed partner.
"Stefan's loss is my gain, but perhaps my lady will consider a poor substitute for my little brother?" He indicated himself with both hands. "You might just be surprised at what good company I can be? If you give me even half a try? Whaddya say, Elena? Live alittle? After all, we have something in common, by which I mean my brother. Shouldn't we make some sort of an effort to get along, for Stefan's sake?"
Well, it sounded good didn't it? That was the problem with Damon, as far as others were concerned. He almost always made what he was proposing sound good, whether it really was or not.