While Damon would always claim to be exactly what people said about him, he contradicted that in many ways. In dreams, he had driven a car through a window to get himself to the other side, and bring back his dead brother, and a few others. Here, he'd pulled Alex from prison. There were other things, but he'd never call attention to them. He was written off from the start. However, his kindnesses were directed at certain people only, those who got close, figured him out.
The closer he got, the more that line greyed. One night. What would it hurt to have a night of fun? They were going to cross it eventually, although they both seemed to thrive when they were teetering on it. "Don't get too cocky. I did pretty well while you were away." A thumb ran over the man's lips. "You like making me want you."