Damon heard Elena's pulse increase. Was she nervous or was it his boyish good looks that was making her heart flutter. He knew that it was likely that she was nervous. She didn't know him at all and he could imagine the stories that his brother may have told her about him.
He was happy that his compulsion worked so nicely on Elena. It would keep her complacent and not wanting to run to Caroline's rescue. He knew it was a matter of time before she found out what he did but right now, he wanted this time with Elena. He wanted to taste her blood. He almost wished Stefan was here so he could hold this over his head.
He gave a grin back to her. "This isn't exactly the Vegas that I remember so fondly but I can see how it's overwhelming." Damon moved away from the door, confident that Elena wasn't going to leave the room. "I believe I had something to show you. About who I really am."