[ he can do fun. her expression turns to a amused, slightly chiding smile. (she's well aware of what he considers 'fun' and he knows it doesn't always align.
and sometimes it does.)
her eyes drop to his lips for another detour; this is fun. her smile softens.
and then turns wry. she gives him a look. he likes it. but she looks away, moves hair behind her back to poke at her food. ] Don't talk to me about creepy, Damon. [ she's just saying. ]