Brooke shivered slightly under his touch, leaning back against him as she let her eyes shut for a moment. The touch of his lips to her neck was surprisingly pleasant. Her lips parted slightly as she took a deep breath, surprised by his compliment. She didn't understand what she'd done to make him start acting nice to her, but she didn't want it to change any time soon.
Brooke looked down at the little pills. She didn't know what they were, but like the blood, she'd learnt not to question Damon. All this niceness might just be to lull her into a false sense of security. She followed him, taking the glass of water from him when it was full, and obediently gulping down the two pills. She took another sip of the water to get the taste of blood out of her mouth before placing the glass down by the sink. "I'm okay," she said, with a small smile. "I'm relaxed."