action.
Well.... [ Damon dries his hands with a towel and goes to stand in front of Elena. He reaches for the necklace, silently offering to help her put it on. ]
I've been growing the vervain. Big secret stash and all. [ He searches for the necklace's closure and moves to put the chain around her neck. ]
But this... [ He holds the antique locket between his fingers. ] I don't know. Might have stolen it from the corpse of this once hot lady. Right after I fed on her and snapped her neck. [ He glances up at her for a reaction, expecting to see shock, disgust, the usual. ] Or... Maybe I saw it at some random store. [ (Boring!) He lets out a little nonchalant shrug, as if to say that it doesn't matter. At least not to him. ] Either way -- thought it might come in handy. [ In case Elena here ever showed up again. ]