Damon took a step back, wrinkling his eyebrows in confusion. He had really been counting on that working, but something was off.
“I was.” He confessed, still a little mystified by her immunity to his compelling her. “Just a hunch.” It was a blatant lie, but hopefully it would do a sufficient job of covering his tracks. Damon was getting better and better at misleading people. It was just how he did things.
“So, you’re Buffy.” He grabbed an apple from the kitchen counter, tossing it to his other hand. “What is it you do in the normal world?” Chomping down, Damon took a bite of the fruit.