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[ Damon's about ready to snark back at whatever Elena plans to say to that bit about visiting the public baths when she cuts her finger with the knife. ]
Ooh. Clumsy clumsy, Elena. [ The scent of her blood is strong, but his will is a lot stronger. Unlike Stefan, Damon's always been in control of his actions. Everything he's ever done he's only ever done by choice.
Damon doesn't react to it aside from reaching for her hand. ] Let me see. [ The cut is deep, but not so that it would require stitches. It's nothing a bandaid and some ointment won't help fix. ] Finger's still attached. [ He gives her a smile -- playful as ever before narrowing his eyes slightly as if in thought.
He's not really thinking (but he's definitely taking an opportunity here) because instead of moving to get her a bandaid or moving to maybe hold her hand under the faucet to wash away the blood, he slowly lifts her finger to his mouth to lick at the trickle of blood on her finger before he sucks on it.
NOM NOM NOM.
He doesn't allow himself the pleasure of enjoying this for more than a few seconds though as he releases her finger with a resounding pop. ]