[ Damon knows Alaric can't possibly deny having an interest in Sector 6, even if he might be all reluctant to go there with him after that minor boo boo... Okay. Snapping Alaric's neck was a big dealio, but the guy had his ring on. A ring that, time and time again, has allowed him to come back from the dead with no consequences whatsoever. Just how many people have been afforded that kind of privilege, hm? Not him. He died (it hurt), woke up (that hurt too), whoops. Vampire. ]
I would have dropped by the store, but I hear they've run out of giant, jumbo sized bug spray. [ He smirks, doubting very much that weapons are needed or that they'll run into much trouble over there. It's just a little look see. No big deal. ]
Come on. You have me, Ric. I'm all the defense you'll need.
Anywho--[ He pulls a couple of stakes out of his jacket. ] Thought you might want these. [ He hands them over. It might be hard to stake a giant bug, but it's very much possible to stake an annoying vampire. Whatever makes Alaric happy. ] Whittled them. Just for you. [ He points to the initials on the stake. A S s. ] Might have missed out on the apostrophe, but you can hardly tell.