“Yeah, I imagine spending your nights out looking for something to kill...” He trailed off. He could actually relate to his statement. For a second he imagined living life as his brother Stefan did. It had to be very exhausting trying to suppress your urges to feed while also simultaneously pursuing the girl of your dreams.
“It must be hard doing that and trying to just live an ordinary and possibly fun lifestyle.” Damon shrugged a little. “And then you add an Apocalypse into the mix...” He took another bite of his apple, pausing and trying to look pensive even though he’d made his decision in a matter of moments.
“We should go out. Get in at least one good dinner before the world ends. Unless...” He raised his eyebrows slightly, looking at Buffy. “You don’t want to.”