[ Well, that gives her pause. Yep. She stops looking for Buffy and levels Damon with the steadiest, most frosty and burning hot stare ever. Because yes, yes she did. Probably a lot. With gusto and enjoyment. And he's a child for rubbing it in, dammit.
Which is why she reaches for the shot glass and then tips it over onto his shoes. ] Oops. I'm never this clumsy either. I guess I'll go drink to that. [ Bam. She shoves the glass against his chest. Oh, what's that over there? Not Damon Salvatore? She thinks she's going to go over there. ]