"Of course you wouldn't," she said, still grinning as she took his arm, holding herself close to him. She'd forgotten just how proper and delightful Damon really could be, what a lovely person he had been back in 1864. She did feel guilty for what he'd become, with all that anger inside him, but there was nothing she could have done about it.
Katherine could smell whiskey on Damon's breath, but she decided not to mention anything to him. She had been able to tell her presence had effected him, and she didn't blame him for indulging in a little dutch courage. After all, she couldn't imagine what it must be like for him in this place where his future was walking about around him.
"Where are you going to take me?" she asked, a childlike excitement in her eyes as she gave his arm a little squeeze, resting her cheek against his strong shoulder as she looked up at him. God, she loved him. It was so strange, but so nice, to have a Damon beside her who wasn't thinking about Elena instead of her, who didn't just see Elena in her face.