[ Trust Elena to not walk away from this, and trust Damon to take pleasure in her morbid fascination. He licks the blood off his lips, presses his forehead against hers for a brief second before he moves to whisper in her ear: ] I am cool as a cucumber. [ Remember that decade dance, Elena? Remember having fun then before the whole Ric!Klaus thing, and the Bonnie death thing, and the crying and yelling and slapping that happened afterwards? Well. Let's just focus on the having fun and the dancing.
Except -- Damon's currently more focused on some random girl dancing a few feet away from them, and all he can think about is how it would be all too easy to puncture two holes in her neck and not have to feed on more synthetic crap tonight. ]