[ If he had been about to protest her telling him to shut up, her hands on his face does the trick. He goes quiet, lowers his gaze when she leans in and he lets her kiss him. If there's a god in existence somewhere, he's sure he's on the shit list. Way to remind him yet again of what he'll be missing, right?
Damon doesn't quite reciprocate the kiss, doesn't allow himself to; simply lifts his hand to brush his fingers against her hand on his cheek.
He can't. The look on his face says as much when he pulls back. ]
... Think you've got the wrong guy. [ Clearly, Alaric's the one being nudged forward by that invisible barrier right now. ]