Despite the fact that he could be very convincingly charming when he wanted, at least half the people Damon met tended to think he was a creep. It was something in his intentness, the way he watched people, the slightest bit of speculation in his eyes as he tried to decide how they could best serve his purposes. He, of course, never cared what others thought of him unless there was a specific reason that he needed them to feel a certain way. He visually assessed Audrey as he munched on his banana, wondering why she was dressed so nicely just to sit around the fourth floor. Not that it mattered. She might have been one of those women who always dressed up.
"Restless, yeah," Damon replied once his mouth was clear of fruit. "I've slept too much to nap, watched the cameras 'til I need a break, horny as fuck. What's a guy to do?" He gave her his most charming smile, just as if he hadn't said something that many women would find offensive. "Other than that, guess I'm settlin' in fine. Yourself?" He leaned a shoulder against the wall, breaching her personal space by just a bit.