Damon sighed and let the girl on his lap live, moving her off of him and letting her follow her co-worker. He nodded after her, smirking. "Cigars for us both as well, please?" He licked his lips and readjusted his jeans and hair, shrugging a little. He hadn't gotten off, but that was only because he'd really wanted to snap the girl's neck and chug.
He shrugged and smiled at his new friend. "Well, every human tastes different, and I haven't eaten in about six hundred years. I don't really miss it. And alcohol comes across in the blood, which is lovely. No doubt you taste interesting."